Despite not having a nickel to my name, despite not having my own bed to sleep in, despite struggling with depression and having to look after my dad and sorting everything else in my life out - I have all the people I need around me. I have my family, my amazing friends and my fucking gorgeous and genuine boyfriend. I grew up with next to nothing - and I am grateful for that. At the age of 19, I moved out of the "family" home to live and work at the only gaybar in North Wales. At the end of March this year, the building was burned down - leaving me not only unemployed but homeless. With Dad sectioned into the mental institution, and nowhere really to go - I relied on my friends not only for emotional support but for somewhere to stay. Eventually, when Dad was released - (my dad had split from his partner and was also homeless) - it became my responsibility to care for him - to make sure he was ok - to make sure he had everything he needed. We moved into a crammy 2 room flat. A kitchen and a bedroom - with one bed. Yes, I share my bed with my Dad and have done so for the last 6 months. Being a performing artist in an area such as Wales is hard - there is zero demand for the arts around here - no work. big fat zilch. In saying that, this doesn't stop me writing music every single fucking day and neither does it stop me doing what I love. What I do may not be appreciated by anyone - but I do it for me. Do what you love, let your passion be the source of your happiness, not the things that tie you down. This is what I call living for your art. #love #Me #MyStory