Act III

I have always believed that I don’t quite like affection. Whether giving or receiving it; I often get extremely uncomfortable when there’s hugging, cuddling or even just hand holding involved. I barely ever initiate it, but whenever I do, you know I am probably screaming in my head. In my most recent therapy session, we spent [...]

Act II

December 2012: My very first youth camp. I can’t remember much about it, to be honest, except the fact that I arrived just over 2 hours before the actual meeting time. Which for a 15 year old meant that I was beyond lame, because who arrives so early for a camp? And to make matters [...]