There is a time before Dublin, and a time after Dublin.The weeks leading up to the 9th of November 2021, and the post comedown weeks of what happened in that city, are all a bit of a blur.
Any memories are bolstered by scribbles in a diary or the odd picture on my phone to remind me of the before Dublin Nadia and the after Dublin Nadia.That day, a Tuesday, was the day I was going to end my life.
I spontaneously hopped on a flight from London that morning, stormed my way into this small, river-hugging city, and walked its streets pondering whether this is it.
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