“You only have one chance to make a good impression,” is something that my parents drummed into me my whole childhood, and they were damn good at putting on a show that meant people never saw the real home I lived in. I knew from an early age that nothing I did was good enough, I was a girl, a split arse, useless, a disappointment. I have tried so hard to redefine myself as an adult especially after my breakdown in 2005, but recent events …
