For the most part, everything that I will speak about from now on, will be my fictional character, Leslie Gavaghan's lived experience.
This isn't written in a way to elicit sympathy or make you want to care for me. Later on, I'll come to the realisation that if people do care for me, I can't understand why they do and maybe I'll push them away.
Instead, it's been written in a way to be as objective as possible and explain things that have happened to me.
Although my behaviour may not necessarily be excused, if you continue reading then you may be able to at least understand some of it.
Some of what I'm about to say may seem irrelevant but the irrelevance is important and included to demonstrate my credibility. Without some of these details, you wouldn't have context and you may never believe some of the other things that have happened to me.
Feedback I have received is that none of the characters you're about to read about are likeable and it's morbid.
A low point about to destroy me, I was unsure of what to do.Within something that's been destroyed is a story, so I started to write. Somewhere deep inside mine, I found my sparkle.
It's similar to the sparkle that lives within you.
In the interest of managing expectations, if you think I'm a somewhat reliable narrator, up until this point, please prepare to be disappointed.
I warn you that I may be about to tiptoe into the territory of totally unhinged.
Caution, triggering content ahead.