It always amazes me when I think of it that in two weeks I will be back in court for a third time, fighting the Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Service over discrimination – race, sexual orientation and disability.
It’s been a tough five-year battle this year, next month half a decade since my diagnosis with depression. Five years were I should have been getting better, not fighting in the courts.
It’s mad to think this has gone on for so long, and “they” say I’ve got the problem challenging them.
I can see why some people give up fighting for what they believe in, you’ve got to be persistent against all the odds.
I only hope that justice prevails and I can move on with my life, and start again somewhere and somehow.