My Story
My Story,Rising With Scars
Behind every scar is a story. This space is where I share mine. Not just the facts, but the feelings, the memories, and the quiet strength that carried me through. From childhood trauma to rebuilding life after heartbreak, each chapter is raw and real.
I write to heal, to release, and to remind you that you are not alone. These stories are not about being a victim. They are about surviving, rising, and living with meaning in spite of it all. Whether you have lived something similar or just need to feel seen, you are welcome here.
- December 8, 2025
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Earlier this week, I was five minutes late to collect my daughter from nursery. Just five minutes. As I rushed through the door, slightly out of breath and apologizing, the receptionist smiled at me and said gently, “Stop rushing. Take it easy. Slow down.” A few moments later, as I was leaving with my daughter, […]
- November 24, 2025
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I was eighteen.Fresh out of school.I had just started my first proper job working in a residential home that supported people with mental health difficulties. It was supposed to be a simple summer job. A chance to earn some money. A chance to get some work experience. Then I found out I was pregnant. Pin […]
- October 21, 2025
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It has been three weeks since I returned to university as a nursing student single mum, and it already feels like I have lived through a full term. The first week was induction week. Would you believe that on the Sunday evening, the night before my first day back, my daughter became unwell? She developed […]
- October 1, 2025
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The Early Days When I had my first son, everything in my life was in order, at least as far as I could control it, and I was managing well. I was in my late teens, moving into my early twenties, working two jobs, keeping my house spotless, and making sure every detail was cared […]
- October 1, 2025
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Life in Sierra Leone Before I moved to the UK, I lived in Sierra Leone, I lived with my mum and my older sister. My mum was a single parent, raising both of us on her own. I do not have many clear memories of those years, only scattered moments with my mum and a […]
- September 23, 2025
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Finding Out I Was a Twin Losing a twin at birth is part of my story. I can’t remember exactly when I found out I was a twin. I wasn’t raised by my parents, so I didn’t hear it from them directly. I think I first came across it through adult conversations, overhearing fragments here […]
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