It was an April day in 2019.
It was a chilly day and I had a bottle of whiskey on me.
I’d been drinking so much at the bar.
And yet, as I walked out the door, I could barely feel my legs.
The whiskey had melted the bottom of my boots, but I was too dizzy to get a good look at the glass.
I was too busy talking to a woman who I was about to tell my life story, as she said that it was all very important.
Her name was Jennifer and she was a teacher at a boarding school in New York City.
Jennifer’s life story was one of many told by women in New Zealand.
There were the beautiful young women who got married off, who got divorced, who had children who were raised by their fathers, and so on.
I was just going to talk to her.
So I did.
She was not happy about it, but that’s part of what made her so special.
She wanted to tell her story because she loved it.
She said she loved her children, too.
She had always wanted to be a teacher, and she knew how much she had loved teaching.
It wasn’t just the fact that she was from New Zealand; she also loved the people around her, and that made her feel so special to speak up.
Her story of the day was shared widely, with thousands of New Zealanders signing up to share their own stories about their own experiences of alcohol.
It’s a very powerful way to tell your story.
Jennifer and I both shared stories that were similar, like how much fun we had drinking.
I enjoyed my whiskey, she enjoyed my wine.
We both had fun with the conversation and how it was made.
But it was the conversations I was having with other people, the people I was drinking with, that made the most difference.
People who had experienced trauma and had been sexually assaulted, and who have had their sexual and emotional experiences of trauma, were talking about the trauma.
These women who were talking to me were also talking about what it meant to them to be safe and to not be vulnerable.
They were talking not just about the damage to their body and mind, but also the trauma that they had experienced.
There was a very real difference in how we felt about alcohol and how we thought about it.
We were both feeling incredibly unsafe, and it was because of our own alcohol consumption that we felt safe.
I would say the majority of women I talked to who were not drinking said they felt safe drinking, but we were still feeling unsafe in our own lives.
When you’re young, you are consumed by the images that come to you, and there is this constant pressure to conform.
When you drink, you think about how beautiful you look, and how you’re not going to be judged, or the people you’re drinking with will treat you like a joke.
I thought I was a great model of being a good woman, and being able to talk about my experiences and my experiences with alcohol, and to tell others what I experienced, made me feel so much more confident.
The conversation I had with Jennifer was a really good example of that.
When I told her I was from England, she said I didn’t have a bad time there.
I had lots of fun.
I loved it, and I loved the company of my new friends.
But she had also been through a lot.
I felt so good, and then I had the most amazing night of my life.
I thought: I can do this.
That’s what I want to do, that’s what my dream is.
And then I found out that I was pregnant with a child, and the night of the party was ruined.
Jennifer was terrified of being pregnant, so she got an abortion.
She had to leave the party in tears.
I felt very hurt, but my friends and family did.
I wasn’t even in the party.
I went home, and they all thought I’d never have gone, and Jennifer went home with the baby.
I had a baby who was born with severe disabilities, and because of the baby’s disability, I had to take him to a very special doctor in Auckland to have him tested.
He had cerebral palsy and was not expected to live past four months.
It took a very long time for the doctor to find out the cause of his disabilities, but he was able to live beyond that time frame.
Jennifer had a terrible night.
Her baby was born prematurely, and due to the birth complications, Jennifer was not allowed to go home to take her to the hospital until her baby was five months old.
The baby was also very sick and extremely dependent on her mother.
She didn’t know if she was going to make it through this year and not have her baby in the next year or two.
I found out later that my daughter, the one I wanted for so long