The Letter I Never Sent

For two years, I had the privilege of dating a wonderful young man. This is the letter I wrote him but never sent - redrafted with added years of hindsight (which, as we all know, is 20/20). It's about love, and remorse, and theft, and getting things totally, totally wrong.

I’m scared.

All my life, I have never feared being creative. As a woman and now as a resigned member of the disabled community, I am passionate about rights, and standing up for those to weak to fight for them. Sadly, in recent years I have joined their number - after so many months of fighting just to make it through a day without contorting into the foetal position, I have become too tired to feel in any way effective.