My heart was shattered into a thousand million pieces. My marriage had died and what was left was abuse and nostalgic hope that the future would reflect this romanticised past. Knowing that the only light was leaving, there wasn’t a future and breaking up my children’s family was heart-breaking.

The strength it took after years of sadness and resentment was immeasurable, alongside the judgement of others but mostly of myself. I ached more than I have ever ached. There is no comparison. It isn’t a mountain to climb, it is your whole life to rip up and refresh.

This piece reflects the bitter sadness of going through one of the most stressful and upsetting events. It is dark and bleak and visceral. It looks bloody, tortured, scratched, and beaten up. I want the viewer to see the pain and damage.