I left the UK with a need to make peace with myself and my history tucked neatly under my desire to help others.
I knew I had more to learn than I had to teach but what I have realised is the clichéd classic, what I was searching for I already had.
I wanted to find a way to feel my happiness again, to be able to listen to my Truth more clearly. I wanted to leave my demons behind, and as Toni Morrison so eloquently put it "If you wanna fly, you've got to give up the shit that's weighing you down.".
It is that time of year when we start racking our brains for things to buy people for reasons of seasonal cheer. Or diverting ourselves trying to figurine out if it is wracking or racking. Don't tell me, pedantry gets you kicked off my Xmas list quicker than nicking a reindeer from Santa.
Anyway, instead of getting all confused and frustrated by the whole affair, I thought it would be a lot nicer if I knew I was supporting friends and their projects, so I asked Twitter if any of you are selling things which you might like to tell me about.
She does most mornings. Her belly says it's hungry and she tries to devise a new way to stifle the noise with the smallest amount of food. Today will be the day. Today will be a day of no food and there can be less of her.
It's a real conversation stopper, I've found. Something that thousands of people go through every day, and it's barely talked about. This is of course just my personal experience, but I think it would be really helpful if we could start talking about the last great taboo.
Often I see people don't want to say they are pregnant until they have passed the three month stage; and without any judgement at all, if this is the case, then there are less people to support them if they lose the child; because people don't know about it.