She wanted to be courageous and proud and walk out of there with her head held high. But she felt sick and wanted to scream. The counsellor had told her to connect with who she really was behind it all. She was so much more than her hair and what she looked like. It would grow back and she would be better and everything would be ok. But they didnâ€™t tell her about how people would look differently at you and how you would lose your power.
Fiction and memoir from NI and Ireland