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  • Last year, I went on a trip that changed me and my perspective forever... it wasn't following the Inca trail or to some Buddhist retreat but a simple road trip around England on my own. I've always just been afraid to be myself or challenge my own perception of things. I've pretty much been the good girl who never went and explored what was over there, or questioned 'why' if someone told me I shouldn't do something.

    But then something happened - I was raped.

    And I took on the challenge of taking him to court to seek justice but it was a long drawn out process, and after about 6 months my resolve was waning, my emotions were fraught, I needed to do something, something to change the horror of what was becoming my everyday life, just surviving was no longer working.. I had to do something for me.

    The idea that I should jump in my car and just see where my journey took me was suggested, and it grew in appeal. Completely foreign was the idea of doing something so selfish such as a trip designed all around me and what I wanted. Part of me was running away, but the other part was confronting something I had run away from a long time - my own company.

    So, to the batmobile I went, and drove from London to Land's End in an afternoon to catch the sun setting and already my soul started to feel better. In a beach close to Land's End, I walked with the sand on my feet and I started to drink in what I needed. I watched the tide, and I wrote a message in the sand 'Let go' and waited for the tide to come in and wash away my message, and I felt calm, slowly letting go.

    I continued on my journey, and carried on this theme of writing meaningful messages in the places I had been, leaving my little mark. I repeated the same message, making it with stones at Lizard's point. When I got to Penzance, I went on an exploration of the beach. It was absolutely beautiful, and I walked the length of the beach, and went scrabbling amongst the rocks and into the caves. I had never allowed myself to do this before, and I realised I was finding my voice... finding what I wanted to do and see. Why I had always been so afraid to challenge that, or go outside of my self imposed rules, I don't know. It wasn't renegade, but I was doing this on my own, and I was gaining empowerment. On my walk back up the beach, I wrote the message in the photo: 'Find your voice'.

    I travelled to many other places and I finally ended up in Liverpool, and by the Albert Docks, I scratched into the pavement with a rock 'Heal the Pain'.

    It feels like a lifetime ago now, but it was something so powerful that I can remember that trip so vividly and I came back so confident. It's so easy to be weighed down by everyone telling you what you can or can't do or to forget how in control of your life and choices you are. Don't be afraid to be yourself, at the end of the day, there's no one else I'd rather be.
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