Well, here we are. Spilling my feelings and emotions onto a blog page, and I'm not going to lie, it feels a bit scary. I'm not sure I should even be doing it, as who knows what my family will think. But writing is my form of therapy now I don't have a piano to sit at, and I'm not that good at talking about this, so I guess I'll just out it on here. Whatever anyone thinks, it's not for attention, it's purely so that I can put things into words that I've not been able to for the last 3 years for fear of what people back home would think/say. I'm sure someone will want to make the comment of 'why not write this in a diary' or something along those lines, but here's my place to write and I want other people to know it's okay to feel this way. I'm sat in bed right now, feeling pretty fragile (and for once it's not because I've been out drinking the night before). 3 years ago today, I lost my Grandma to lung cancer. Now this i...