Every soul has a story –mine happens to be dismal. Growing up was different, if I have to put it one way. At the age of 7, I was exposed to an environment no child should grow up in. Kids my age worried about colouring outside of the lines in colouring books, or not being chosen as the line leader. I on the other hand worried about things far more complex. I’ve seen things I shouldn’t have seen, heard things I shouldn’t have heard, and felt things I shouldn’t have felt. I didn’t get dealt the luckiest hand in life -but that’s not to say everyone doesn’t struggle through hard times during their journey in life. We all experience pain in our own different ways, and as you continue to read on you will learn more about my story, and how I learned to shed light on the darkest parts in my life.