Part three
I know I havenāt posted in a while. I donāt even know if anyone reads these but itās my way of clearing my head. I started this blog because my head was so fucked and I was at breaking point. The past few months seemed to of got better, I felt happier but now I can feel it all coming back and it scares me. So yet again here I am writing a post, even if Iām talking to myself it somehow makes me feel better. So far the blog has been vague but as it goes on more detail will be added to give the full picture. Part three starts when I was 9. It started off as a normal day, I was at school. My dad picked me up every day but on this particular day I was taken out of a lesson and the head teacher told me my dad had an accident at work so I would have to go to a friends house. As soon as I got there I could tell something wasnāt right, everyone seemed sad and distant from me. I could hear them talking and crying from the other room āwe canāt tell her itās not her placeā and āpoor georgina, like she hasnāt been through enoughā When I got home I remember seeing all of the family members cars outside, which was strange as we only saw them on special occasions, birthdays etc. As I walked through the door my auntie hugged me and took me in the front room. My stepmum looked at me, tears streaming down her face and she said ā itās your dad, heās goneā And from that second my life changed forever, the one person that fought for me, cared for me and loved me with all of his heart had gone. I had no one else. I didnāt cry, I just stood there. I couldnāt process it. Life as I knew it had changed forever. And from then.. it all went downhill


















