This is me.

This is who I really am. Uncensored, unrehearsed and uncontrolled.

This is me.

I have written since I was old enough to hold a pen. From as far back as I care remember, late at nights, I have occupied myself with song-writing and poetry. My earliest memories of writing are of squatting at my window sill at night, with the street-light as my desk-lamp, scribbling into the early hours as my parents and sister slept; writing my own versions of the songs I heard on the radio. I have a permanent dent in the middle finger of my right hand where the Parker has rubbed away the skin in those ‘moments of passion’

I am 26. I am everything to some, nothing to others. A parent, a fiancee, a writer, a guitarist, a photographer, a music lover… an artist in many ways.

I have a ten year old son who is diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome, Attention Deficit Disorder and Tourettes; who has opened my eyes to an un-accepting world, and inspired me beyond belief. He fills my heart with joy and gives me a reason to love my life. He IS me.

My Fiance is my ‘Happily ever after’, my hero, my ‘knight In Shining Armour’. Four wonderful years of completion.

My guitar is my closest friend.

My lack of confidence is my weakness; my arch-enemy! Temptations and willingness to please others; my biggest downfall.

My family - My strength.

My past - My drive.