Mellony

It took me an awfully long time to speak out about my abusive childhood. Whether it was down to the fear instilled into me throughout years of threats and manipulations, or the fear of being on my own, I had been silenced for the best part of my life.

I’ve been in this life for fifty years, been trying to work out its riddle for forty-two, and been keeping diaries of clues to that riddle for the last thirty-five. Notes about successes and failures, joys and sorrows, things that made me marvel, and things that made me laugh out loud. How to be fair. How to have less stress. How to have fun. How to hurt people less. How to get hurt less. How to be a good man. How to have meaning in life. How to be more me. Recently, I worked up the courage to sit down with those diaries.