Police Officer
Loves Life
Bit stubborn
Fear of needles

I wouldn’t say I’m an ordinary 21 year old (22 when published) but I’m human. Just like anyone else. And I want to tell you about my version of being human. Who I am. What I do.
I want to start off by saying I love my life. I only have one regret. That is that I wasted 2 years of my life doing a-levels that I failed. I still got to where I want to be but with less qualifications and I didn’t gain much else from it. The reason I say I wasted it is because I had the opportunity to go to college, do a BTEC in Public Services at a college a bit further away from me with people I would never have met in my life. Should have done it, never did. That’s my only regret.
Moving on…
I love my boyfriend Jack. He literally is the best thing that’s happened to me. I honestly do not know what I would do without him. I love his cuddles, his humour, and his smile. I don’t love everything about him but that’s what makes Jack and that’s who I love and want to build a life with. *This was how it was at the time of writing this. We aren’t together anymore. Partly because of the cancer but mainly because life gets in the way and we grew apart. I wish him all the best I life however that chapter has ended.* I love my family. They are a big family and we stick together no matter how annoying they can get. They are part of what I have become and achieved so far and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I love my job. Being a Police Officer on response team has been an ambition of mine since I was young and nothing can take that away from me. I want to make the most of it and it already is a huge part of my life. I like helping people. That’s the main reason. I also like bringing people to justice and getting out there on the streets on the front line doing the initial investigation. I won’t stay on response team forever but for now it’s what I’m comfortable with.
Obviously growing up you gain all different skills and qualities. I learnt this whilst doing public services at school. I learnt what skills and qualities I had. Some came from school but most came from the different clubs and organisations I got involved in. I did so many different sports clubs in and out of school.
There’s a few topics I think strongly on naturally like any other person. However I hate politics with a passion so to save the agg I will leave them out.
I volunteer with the police cadets. I go to the gym. I like socialising with friends and having a drink once in a while. I like shopping and spending money. I like going on long walks and being outdoors. I love music. I have a different genre for each mood so don’t ask me if I like a specific type of music because it honestly just depends.
I like to keep myself busy. I wish there were more days in a year so I could do more. But there isn’t so I have to make the most of what I’m already doing.
Everyone has fears. Everyone fears something in life whether it’s teeny tiny spiders, swimming or small spaces. I can honestly only think of two fears I have. Heights and needles. I hate heights because there’s an unknown to it. But I only hate heights when I’m not strapped into a harness. I would happily go bungee jumping because I’m strapped in. But cliff jumping, which I’ve done before, is scary. I did it but totally psyched myself out. Sounds stupid I know but that’s me and I would definitely try it again.
And needles. This journey has meant I’ve had countless needles stuck in me but I still hate the things. The nurse will say “sharp scratch” but it’s not a scratch. It’s a very sharp pointy thing piercing your skin going into your body. A completely foreign object. Needles are a no go for me except when I want new piercings.
So that’s me in a nut shell. I wanted to give people an insight into the type of person I am before telling my story. Hopefully this will help to understand my story a little better.

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