Have you ever been in a relationship, a family, a company, a religious organisation that you found yourself too afraid to leave? You find yourself praying to God the words 'please give me a reason to leave' to leave the narcissist. All the signs had accumulated in to one moment, my private conversations made public, the undermining of my knowledge and intelligence, the sinister smirk of a narcissist on a power trip, as I stood in front of them desperately asking for understanding of their words, the manipulation of being encouraged that I could do the impossible but just not without him, only to be blamed for the great weight of guilt that eventually came to rest upon my shoulders. For almost two decades I had been on a journey through the Christian church trying to find something I'd never lost, trying to unearth something that was never hidden, discovering along the way, like Dorothy from Kansas, that there were all to many wizards well aware of my unnecessary quest to be who I already was...someone who flies.