It’s 1985, the year of Live Aid, earthquakes, the birth of the World Wide Web and the year they found the wreck of the Titanic. It is the year that I became a staff nurse in a mental health day unit. I am 24 years old and by my own admission still growing up. I lack confidence and I know I am overly sensitive at times, but also people say I am funny and creative with words.
I think my story will relate to all females who grew up in the eighties and by their mid-twenties, still didn’t feel like an adult should feel. I am hopeless with men and attract ‘the wrong sort’ and I desperately want to find love. So do my two sisters and two best friends. Can we achieve it in this incredible year? This year is eventful, there is never a dull moment.