Japan had sculpted me into something almost unrecognisable at one point.
Something I didn’t want to be. Something that I was ashamed to have become.
Unable to focus on what I wanted in life.
But in that one instance everything changed.
And despite being a negative thing, it could have been much worse.
I could have stayed in a relationship that made me lonely, unhappy and depressed.
But I chose instead to speak out. To cast off those shackles of shame and guilt I felt.
And to be the strong, independent woman I had always been, but had forgotten because I’d been told to surrender my control.
And never for you.