Dear 5-year-old Seò, When you’re 14 a boy from school will put his hand up your skirt. You will push him off and tell him to fuck off; you will shout it in the middle of the lunch hall and heads will turn. When you walk away, he will follow…

She-oh-nah, not Shona, no not Sinead, yes it’s a real name. No, my parents didn’t hit their heads off a keyboard when naming me, yes it’s not English that’s the point of having a Gaelic name. No, Gaelic. GAH-LIK. That’s Irish. Yes, they’re different. No, you can’t just call me…

“Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.” — Anne Frank Standing at the doorway, I told myself “walk around slowly, look at everything carefully and take your time, don’t forget this”. I was only 11-years-old at the time, I had nervous butterflies bouncing around…