Part 1 can be found, here. Living in Filth Due to the filth, I got so sick, my whole mouth and throat were
I remember my first miscarriage like it was yesterday. I was working whilst studying at Queen’s. I was at work when it happened, the cramping, the most intense pain I’ve ever felt in my life. I remember thinking, “What the fuck? What is this?” I hadn’t had any strange food, I hadn’t been out the night before, I didn’t get hangovers anyway as I didn’t get drunk. I ended up feeling so unwell I took myself to the toilet, my colleague who was a mother herself, had taken one look at me and followed me to the bathroom.
Have you ever felt like an alien on your own planet, not quite like anyone else? Alone yet surrounded by people? I have a mind that never sleeps always working, planning and sorting. I wear a mask everyday so I can fit in better, I smile and pretend I’m ok that the lights don’t bother me or that those foot steps don’t sound like bombs exploding and it’s all hurting me.