It was only a few years after Our Price had disappeared that I suddenly noticed there were no branches around anymore. I used to frequent the Manchester Piccadilly branch, and occasionally the two story shop in Stockport.
A woman dressed as the iconic Mexican 'Catrina' poses for photographers as she gathers with other women in costume in an attempt to set a record for the most Catrinas in one place during Day of the Dead celebrations in Mexico City. The figure of a skeleton wearing an elegant broad-brimmed hat was first done as a satirical engraving by artist Jose Guadalupe Posada sometime between 1910 and his death in 1913.
It is so much easier to stay where we are comfortable even if that place is one of tremendous pain, of sadness. It isn't so much that such a place is addicting, it's just that we know it so well. This and fear kept me in my place of sadness, actually, my place of misery for a long time. Maybe I sound like a broken record, sometimes, but, when I took a risk, just a tiny, tiny one to step out of my hell, it was the beginning of the end of my abusers death-lock grip. Take that tiny risk.