I reached the age of 16 without realising I had a choice. I questioned and resisted the common narrative with passion but it wasn’t until I was standing in the school line for 'catholic confession' when I thought to ask about choice. I directed the question to the teacher in charge of religious instruction and beyond all expectations she answered truthfully, that yes, I did have a choice. So I stepped out of the line and proceeded to tell each young woman that she too had a choice to go or not to go to confession with the priest in the mobile wooden confession box. I was the only one of 30 who stepped out and stayed out of that line.
When I was 18 I decided to leave Ireland for good, I felt that I could never be accepted in Ireland. My challenging questions and evolving concepts of the world seemed to confuse and bewilder the people around me. I was angry and I wanted change. So off I went in search of utopia. Some years later whilst sitting alone in a little apartment in South Korea I realised I still had a choice and that how I live and what I believe in will always be my choice.
So I came home to Ireland and embarked on an adventure into Freedom.