The thoughts that haunt people, haunt them because they have not gotten rid of the ghosts of the past.

At 3, I thought I wanted to be journalist. At the time I didn’t know what that was but it kept changing. It’s funny the things you really want to do when you were younger, actually end up being the things you may end up doing.

They were meant to protect you. Instead, they caged you. They made you feel like you were stuck in a box, with no holes or room to breathe. It was a nagging pressure, you could not shake. How could you? It was all you could, to try and keep your head above water. Suppress, that is what you learnt to do best.