Cinderella was my favourite Disney story when I was a child. It still is. Before you assume that my life exists in a vacuum of fairy tale endings and a relentless desire to be swept away by a man riding a horse, which by the way, I am afraid of; I assure you, it is quite the opposite.

I wrote this poem a few months ago after an enlightening session with my therapist (yes, we have our own therapists!) and was introduced to my inner child.

Trauma. Trauma. Trauma. Repeat this until it sounds familiar and is a word you can comfortably use to describe what happened to you.