Chapter 1

I write now at a time that seems as if I have to. Perhaps it is because I am ready to tell more story. Perhaps it is because I can. I am living through a time that is uncertain. I feel confused at the hostile world outside my door. Things have changed since I was last out in the world. People are not as happy, as trusting, as polite. Things seem different, there is a pressure in the air that was not there before. I don't think this happened overnight. This is a build up of tension. I feel it in my own self. I my very being. As someone who has experience mental torture in a domestic setting and at work, I really struggle to understand what is happening to the reality of the world. Where suddenly things I know not to be true are now fact. It feels as if I am living in a science fiction/satire film that would actually be rather enjoyable if it were not tragically real. It feels as if things are 'topsy turvy' like I am in one of those halls of mirrors where the reflection you see is not the reality. I must write now for my own sanity, to record what once was before it disappears forever. The world has changed so much in such a short space of time. My mind cannot keep up with the change nor does it want to, because much of it doesn't make any sense to me and makes me feel as if I am back in that time where I would hide in the bottom of the wardrobe to get away from the torment coming from a man that claimed to love me. When I escaped him and the pattern of my terrible choices in partners I decided to be alone. I needed to rebuild and to heal. Yet when I reached a point that I wished to dip my toe into the world again things were based on falsehoods, lies. agendas, anger. Division was everywhere. But then when I looked back it had been happening for a long time. A slow drip of issues that would split families, that would mean you were either hard right or hard left regardless of what you actually believed. It seemed that if you