This is a letter that one of our regular clients sent to us. I thought I would share it with you all (names removed). I can't put the photos in for obvious reasons:
I thought you might like to see the real me. On my holiday with my old mates; in lemon dress, as (sic) my old friends wedding; chief bridesmaid to my sister's wedding with my mum, and the one of my very much loved George - the gift for taking my first steps I took after being in ITU from Oct 86 - March 87. You can see the difference in me before, out every night with my mates, 5 full days at (work place) and saturday 8.45-18.00 in (shop) in (town). Then, one night in Oct 86 I was knocked down by a speeding car with no lights on. My life taken from me. No work, no going out, nothing, just an ugly bashed body full of scars and a hell of a lot hate in, which you may have seen. The doc gives me god knows how many pills as you know, I'll never be a proper or "real" person ever again. "What's the point in living, eh."
Thank you so much for looking after me, I am so sorry for being such pain to you all.