"My ears hear what others cannot hear; Small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I'm not formed by things that are of myself alone. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its colour, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realise this do you become free" - the film Stoker. This is me, a thinker, a worrier, a wife, a mother, a brain haemorrhage survivor. "Have you ever seen a picture of yourself, taken when you didn't know you were being photographed,