8765 hours… since Everything changed.
I know it’s extremely cliché saying that your life can change in a matter of seconds but mine really did. This whole horrific incident has not only ripped my family apart and caused huge amounts of stress and frustration between us, but it’s left huge physical and emotional scars.
I woke up for work this morning at 03:30… this time last year was very, very different.
So one year on, what’s changed?
- My mouth is still an absolute mess which is taking far longer to fix than I could ever have imagined.
- The nightmares and flashbacks have lessened but still appear regularly. Thanks for that, photographic memory. Piss off.
- I’m still extremely angry and frustrated at the ridiculous level of injustice. 3/12 months served and not a penny of compensation because of course she’s a young, single, unemployed mother.
- I don’t think I’ll ever take teeth for granted again… you learn very quickly to appreciate small breaks between infections and pain haha.
- I never realised how valuable calpol is to a damaged adult so certainly appreciate the strawberry flavoured wonder.
- I realised how blessed I actually am. I have a career. One that I love. I have a loving family and friends that I couldn’t live without. I also have a passport, without that, what is freedom? Without those four things I couldn’t have got through the past year. So Thank You.
- I’m stronger than I look. I may be a pint sized trolley dolly but believe me I’m Mighty Mouse.
Tough times never last, but tough people do.
After all, I got to wake up in Milan this morning… on the one year anniversary with genuinely wonderful crew… she can’t even leave her house between 7pm and 7am. Let alone the country 💁🏻😜🖕🏼
Anniversarys are meant to be a celebration. I’ve lost a lot… but Believe me I’m celebrating what I’ve gained in 365 days.