I have a scar on my chin which will always remind me of one of the times in my life when I was at my lowest.
I had drank so much I fell asleep while cycling and although hurt and bleeding still managed to order cigarettes at a late night store.
I was struggling with feelings of despair, depression and helplessness because I could not accept being gay growing up in Catholic Ireland where I couldn’t find people like me.
I am older now, have sought help through therapy and am finally finding the real me. My scar is not very visible but to me it’s a reminder that the worst is behind me. I love my life!