As I look around at the warm comfort of my home, the home I have known and loved for so long, I find myself consumed with thoughts of my own identity. I know that I am known, that they know about me, of me, but I also know that my impact will not truly be felt until I make that final decision, the decision to present myself to the world.
<Tab/>For what seems like eternity now I have pondered my decision, weighed up the pros, the cons, prioritised and had many sleepless nights. This choice if chosen would mean I would have to leave the comfort of my home, only to be exposed to…
