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My dad was a wordsmith, and Master of the Pun. My mum was an English teacher, prolific letter and memoir writer, and the best teacher I’ve ever had. Lucky me. Thanks to my parents, I’m a passionate reader and writer. It’s my DNA and my every day. Diary writing was the starting point and is still a daily practice. It helped me navigate growing up in a huge family, changing schools seven times, and moving house twenty-six times. It’s been a reliable strategy for coping with change, loss, grief, trauma, anxiety, emotional overwhelm, and the ups and downs of life as a highly sensitive neurodivergent person.