You wake up and you don`t understand anything anymore.
You don`t know where you are, what is happening to you and especially who you are.
That’s what happens to me when I have an epileptic fit and that is what happened to my life.
I woke up and I lost any reference point.
I lived in France, I attended the University and a career as a professional football player was waiting for me but sometimes life asks you to choose.
And I chose to leave the psychology department to play football.
Sometimes you need to take a risk. Never say you can`t do something until you try.
I never imagined that I would have broken my leg, putting an end to my dream.
So I looked for luck in England.
I had established myself in Clacton-on-Sea. I had a job, a family and what I thought were friends.
Until my life was turned upside down by a sickness: epilepsy.
I lost everything I had.
I was fired, my wife returned with our son to her country and I realized that I had no real friends because they disappeared when I needed them the most.
I moved to Colchester, I hoped I could start again.
I used to sleep on the street, in a car park. I was alone and scared.
In my mind there was always the same question: “what`s going on?”
One day another homeless person saw me lost – I was not used to that life – and he talked to me about Beacon House. They could help me.
I followed his advice and I went to Beacon House. I found my second chance in there.
The volunteers took care of me, they are always happy to help people.
Some people don`t know how lucky they are to have a place like Beacon House.
They helped me to regain my appearance, the nurse gave me medicine. They helped me find a job and even they gave me bus tickets to get to it.
I think of this place as my family.
They saved my life.