The intense and overwhelming feelings of being worthless, a burden to those around me, are crippling. Why should anyone be forced to deal with me? I just ruin everything. Everyone would be better off without me around. My mind was causing these self-inflictions, an endless cycle of torment, ensuring I felt well and truly like an utter waste of space. Little did I know that I was about to enter one of the darkest periods of my life.
I am currently in the process of making a documentary as part of college, and I chose to do mine on consent. Obviously this is a major issue worldwide, and has been going to forever, so I wanted to do something in order to help combat this problem.
So today, I had the privalege of getting to walk around my college dressed exactly like a walkin’, talkin’ smartie. We were filming a segment for our kids TV show, ‘Delievery Dan’. Though I usually prefer a part behind the camera, I thought I’d give acting another go and so played ‘Holly Helper’, a shop assistant in ‘Betty’s Bookstore’.
So one thing I feel very passionate about is fair rights for people. Equal rights in regards to race, sexuality, and in regards to what I’ll be writing about, rights to your own body.