This post has been a long time coming, but it wasn’t until today that I actually built up the courage to write about it. Why today? I have absolutely no idea. I was actually planning on writing an entirely different blog post (which I have planned out already) but then I thought, why not write about this instead.
There are a few main reasons for this post. One is that I need to write it. My friends and my parents are aware of the incident, but I have never truly written about what happened. Writing about bad experiences can be truly healing, and I hope that this helps me on my journey. The second reason is that I want everyone else out there who has experienced something similar to know that they are not alone.
The events in question actually happened quite a while ago.
After travelling from Glasgow to Paris, I would have a few hours to explore the city before heading to the airport to catch my flight to the Seychelles.
None of this went to plan.