Ophelia was tired.

Waking up at 6 for work six days a week would do that to someone. Wearing a smile when waiting to cry in frustration would also do that to someone. Being thousands of pounds in debt was the icing on the cake.

Ophelia was a people pleaser. This started from a young age. She wasn’t abused by mummy or daddy, but she had always found it hard to say no when a request was made. Of course, that made her their golden child, always listening to mum and dad but that also led the way for abuse by others. Uncles and aunties taking more than she could make.

It started off small with things like borrowing items that turned into money and then they took her identity putting her name down for deposits. Used her information and made her grantors for things she’d never heard of opening companies in her name. By the time she was 21 on top of her student loan, she was drowning in debt.

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It that one misfortune followed another as her parent's death came with another price attached to it. However, through the morning there was light as when her inheritance came what would have set her up for a good few years went toward the loans chaining her down and allowing her some time for freedom the vital breath between drowning and surviving.

Whilst her classmate travelled Ophelia found work straight out of uni. Working as a data analyst for some London firm paid well and that’s what she needed. Was it that her dream job of course not but only a few ever got to do what they loved. Working in the capital meant Ophelia learnt independence and how to trust her own judgement as she became accustomed to taking care of herself.  

Overall, it was a freeing experience to be away from toxic family members and venture out into the world. Unfortunately, Ophelia had no idea that this freedom was only the being of her journey for her time in this world would be coming to an end.