“Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.” ~Spike Milligan Ever since I was a little girl, Disney films, story books, family, and friends unconsciously conditioned me to believe that the definition of happiness was a knight in shining armor galloping into my life to rescue me, sweeping me away, soothing all my problems as we ride off into the sunset to live happily ever after. However, it’s fair to say, that fairytale didn’t play out how I’d expected in real life. Nor does it for most, if any of us. For much of my teenage years, I had a turbulent relationship with my dad, who was absent a lot of the time (both physically and emotionally), as he battled with a toxic relationship with alcohol and mental illness. He was inconsistent, distant, and showed little interest in me or any of my achievements as I went through school and university. The story I told myself and the belief I adopted was that I clearly was not enough for this man, my own flesh and blood, to love me an...