Forever young. This is no fairytale.

I won't ever be alone in those moments again...because those darkest of moments will be read by others. I cannae go back...

"Without Aidan, DARKMEANS wouldn't exist." The remedy says to rest and be thankful. This is Euphoric Recall.

DO NOT GIVE UP. Recovery exists. Even if you are not an addict and it’s mental health battles you have, DO NOT GIVE UP.

Shortly after this I discovered Guts Publishing. Their tagline had me hooked instantly: ‘Ballsy books about life’. They were an independent publisher based in London who were seeking bold life stories. NOW I felt something in my gut.

There is no arrogance about the man. To look at him you see a trendy little fucker with tattoo’s everywhere. But to know him is to know a kind-hearted guy, with humility in par with the plethora of ink on his body.

I learned at that early stage it was called a ‘manuscript’. Writing it was brutal. Raw. Diving to depths of pain that had been strenuously avoided for so many years. I cried writing parts of it. I fucking wailed to be honest. Yet it was cathartic.

“Write a book. Write a book. Write a book”. So I went home and sat at my PC desk. I started to type. It was my story coming out. As terrifying as it was, I knew there was only one place the story could start. Chapter One. Groomed.