I have stood before a crowd and spoken my story into each waiting, listening heart. I have lain on my belly, on a sun warmed blanket, playing scrabble in an ancient woodland, sunlight dappling my face….with blockaded diggers roaring just ahead. I’ve been the headline story on the 10 o’clock news. I’ve been stood up, forced down and vilified and sanctified. I’ve been held down, tied up and trapped – in a tiny cell, and within my own body. Now, I’m fighting to free myself. When I first began this journey, I was just 18. Sunburned, laughing, carefree…and then, suddenly, my body stopped working as it always had. Everything fell…