I can't count how many times I was made to feel unsafe outside and even in my own house. I can't count the number of times I've felt lucky that I got home safely from a night out. Thinking of Sarah Everard and all the women who didn't get that chance. This needs to stop!
Tomorrow, I'm about to do something I've been wanting to do for years so naturally, my anxious brain has decided to turn all the excitement into pure dread. Catastrophising is no joke