My first love was writing and I had planned to go into Journalism, after I had taken my degree. However, the summer before Uni I was involved in a ‘life-changing’ accident, where I sustained spinal cord injuries. I was aware that to be independent, I had to work, and started off as a welfare rights specialist before moving to social services, where after gaining experience ‘in the field’ along with further study I ended up being a manager in a rehab centre for adults with complex disabilities.
A ticking timebomb was my right heel, a neuropathic sore ssustained 10 years ago in hospital wouldn’t heal and eventually a bone infection led to my leg being amoutated. This was at the same time, I recived some upsetting news about a couple of my friends.
I quickly went downhill, and just as everyone was getting their party poppers out for the turn of the century I was being sectioned at a psyciatric hospital – where I spent the next 3.5 years.
It took 10 years to get back what I lost during those years, but with my disabilities significsntly worse, I turned to writing again. I have just finished another degree and am studying for the NCTJ Diploma. I have sold paintings, had life writing, creative writing, poetry, interviews and articles published as well as my debut nobel, The Single Feather. I don’t know how much longer I have but am determined to keep the writing and art up, as creating something from nothing is a magical process.
Izzy pictured here on ‘her’ wheelchair. She is my constant companion. Wherever I go, she goes. Wherever she goes, I go!