For many years I lived wanting everything that was on the other side of fear. I was not scared of the dark, but what was in it. I was not afraid of people, but of their rejection. Similarly, I was not afraid to love, but of being loved back. I was not afraid to try again, but of getting hurt for the same reason.’
And it all started on that New Years eve night 1983… I was 6 years old. As usual, my parents insisted that I must have a nap before pulling an ‘all-nighter ‘ to celebrate another year gone by. It was a tradition back then for children and adults to stay up all night. We celebrated the last day of the year with family and friends.