I had counselling and they said to write everything down, so it was pen and paper at my dining room table when my children were small and I wrote when they were at school and it just carried on from there. I desperately fought to keep hold of my own children for what seemed like a lifetime. My heart ached for them. I would have died without my children in my arms. All the details are in the book and I don't want to give too much away but I wrote quite a lot about the Johnson Fold estate where we were growing up. Protecting one another through those early traumas seemed impossible as those new nightmares continued within.

The book was published two weeks ago and people are buying it I believe, I didn't have much confidence because I know it was trauma to me but I didn't think anybody else would be interested in it but it's been well recieved. I just hope I've given Johnson Fold the justice because it's getting a bad reputation at the minute but it's just absolutely lovely. With no-one to talk to throughout the trauma, I became isolated. Segregated. My family became strangers unaware of the inner torment I was facing. I was unaware of the consequence and the bitter family feud that was developing before my very eyes.The book is about the first 30 years of my life which I wasn't in control of at that time, there were outside obstacles that I had to try and overcome.