It seems inconceivable that 5 months have now elapsed since that most dreadful of days last September. I look at myself today; I am supported by a diet of medication just to get me through the day - a combination of anti-depressants and tranquilizers. Every aspect of my life and that of my family has been impacted by this most barbaric and inhuman process.
My confidence has gone and I feel permanently dirty and violated. I get anxious when shopping, as Chorley is such a small town and I am well known - I once was well-respected but today, who knows and worse who cares ?