You can not make this sh*t up and I kid you not with these stories. All events in my stories are 100% true and have happened to me. For years people have said I should write these things down because the sh*t that happens to me, is film worthy. I wont contact Hollywood just yet, not until all the pedos are gone but trust me when I say, this is film worthy!
When I was in my teens, I was a dreamer. I believed whole heartedly that I was destined for something amazing, something extraordinary, it was just something I felt in my bones; I was going to change the world. However I felt so conflicted between what was culturally appropriate and what my heart was screaming for. I wanted to be on stage. I was allowed to pursue my dream up until university. I was told to choose a real degree, something that I could fall back on if I wanted to go back into acting after.
Once you pass the breaking point, the hair line fracture, the famous straw, the last harrowing call that brings you to…
To tell you my story, we have to go back to 2006 where it all began. Me a naive and innocent 18 year old with no real idea of how the world really worked; Fed into the notion that I would meet my prince charming and we would live happily ever after. Not so much the Disney fairy tale but just a cultural belief that this was just how the world worked.