For many years, I lived with undiagnosed depression and anxiety, rooted in a difficult period of postpartum depression. I found it incredibly hard to talk about my struggles, often withdrawing from the world around me. On top of this, I endured several abusive relationships that left me feeling inadequate and lost.
One day, I walked into The Community House for a brew. As I listened to people talking about volunteering, something sparked inside me. I decided to enquire about getting involved—and I’ve never looked back. I started small, training on reception, and gradually grew in confidence. Eventually, I was asked to take on the role of secretary to the board of trustees.
When The Community House moved premises, I was approached to become the centre manager. That was a turning point. The trust and belief the trustees had in me gave me the confidence to flourish. I organised countless projects, events, and support groups, discovering a side of myself I never knew existed. It was during this time that I met Lindsey and Val as volunteers. I took great pride in helping them grow, just as I had been supported when I first started.
The closure of The Community House in 2018 was devastating—I felt like I had lost my right arm. But despite the loss, the friendships I built with Val and Lindsey remained strong. After several unsatisfying jobs, I found my place working for the mental health charity Waythrough at a crisis house, supporting people in their recovery. This role allows me to use all the skills I gained at The Community House to make a real difference in people’s lives.
Since the closure, I had often thought about starting a charity or support group but never knew where to begin. When Lindsey contacted me about her idea for My Space and asked if I would become a trustee, it felt like fate. Now, I help run sessions, supporting others in stepping out of their shells and reaching their full potential.
Looking back, I see how far I’ve come—from struggling in silence to finding a voice and purpose through community and connection. My journey has taught me that sometimes, all it takes is one small step—one cup of tea, one conversation—to change a life…
