13. Blackout

The Obsessive Diary · Sep 12, 2025 · 2m

Let’s roll forward. It’s 1990, Manchester. I am in my first year at university, not yet living in the house where I would meet the boy who’d been kidnapped by his father from his mother’s arms. I am in Fallowfield halls of residence, three flights up from the smooth walkways of campus. The Haçienda is open but I haven’t been there yet. I’m trying to fit in and forget about the boy who is no longer my boyfriend, who said when we got back from Zimbabwe, I think we should split up now. I’ve written a suicide note with no real intention of dying. I’m trying to imagine if throwing myself onto…