… I’m a mother, writer, teacher, performer, poet, playwright and performance artist. Above all I am a survivor. A creative survivor. To gain freedom from a financially and emotionally abusive marriage I lost everything – my home, my job and some of my mental health. But I didn’t lose my creativity. Whilst all this loss was going on around me I began to write write write. No food, no job, no getting the children to school. At my worst I bought a mini and a rocking chair in the same day but I had no milk. I took myself to bed for a week. But still I wrote. Poems. Lots of them. Hundreds of them. It seemed the only way to express how I felt at such a betrayal as everything fell around my ears. Up until then I had felt successful. This experience shook my inner world – I felt like a failure, a liar and I felt dirty and ashamed. But still I wrote.