In my book Without My Consent, I mention a dream I had repeatedly as a child.
I was stuck in a maze and couldn't find an exit. I would wake up in a cold sweat and scream for my Mum.
I don't know if the dream was a reaction to the violence I was living with at home.
Or... a preview of my life ahead.
My life feels like 'the maze' that filled my childhood dreams.
I run around like a madwoman putting my key into different locks.
I run around like a madwoman opening my heart to a small few.
But nothing opens.
I'm locked out. I'm locked in.