That has taken all my courage to post, because life taught me to be hyper-independent. Since returning to RSA in Feb 2026, I’ve been walking through hell with nightmares & body memories of my abuse. I watched my life, as I knew it, splintering, and everything that was done to me, and everything that I was, snaked through my veins, screaming from my bones, making me shudder - the lies, betrayal, justified coercion, and downright unfair treatment by the ones who were meant to protect me and love me, was piercing & sickening, twisting my gut, building my defences. Forgotten memories rose into my psyche like silent bullies. I felt every shift of emotion, swallowed truths like sugar-coated razor blades & every feeling that oppressed & overpowered me as a child, overwhelming me with fight/flight/freeze/fawn. The inner rage was indescribable, untouchable - its only good, to force brutal change & shutdown of the only life I’ve known, a story that is mine, that no longer fits. I vowed that this would be the last time that I drag myself out of the ashes - kept small, humiliated, disrespected, dehumanised, invalidated, unseen, silenced & made a fool of by others unjust, unhealed & unowned actions & shit dumped on me for their own gain, fucked up beliefs & ego boosts. I vowed that this time when I stand up it will be with fire & the flames of all that I am that was never unconditionally nurtured, loved, or accepted & that this time nothing more will break me. This is where my story ends and where I begin. For a number of complex reasons I have been unable to regain my financial footing since an immigration battle left me destitute, and not for lack of trying in job after job that just made the hamster wheel spin faster, leaving me in further financial debt which, in itself, has been challenging, creating blocks on any forward movement, but I have remained consistent with my creative work, no matter what battles I was fighting & I still remain consistent, creating on a half-broken laptop - because my passion to create full time is greater than my fear of failure, or the unknown…And my need to be reunited with my children (which has just been financially impossible for too long now) and to meet my grandson, is what keeps me believing…So please, if anyone can offer me any sort of creative work, or invest in one of my feature screenplays, I would be grateful beyond words! I can ghostwrite, write screenplays, create websites, pitch decks, musical trailers, marketing videos, or learn anything new - and I work quickly & efficiently. I have done everything I can on my own, now I need help, collaboration, guidance…A miracle.