This whole thing started out of desperation and frustration and a deep sense of injustice felt by myself and others. We needed a voice and more importantly we needed someone to listen. We needed to be reminded that we are human beings because trust me when I say most of us are so dehumanised by this process of detention and the way we are treated in detention that you start to forget.

Every day is a battle, personally I have to think of a reason to go on living every day, to go on fighting, to not give up. I have moments when I do give up and feel so sorry for myself that I consider letting them deport me.

Just one problem, I honestly don’t feel like I have another country, it’s not like I’ve had an easy life here, quite the opposite, but it’s still my home. I don’t identify with any other nationality and I’m having an identity crisis, I don’t know where I belong anymore. I feel like I’m about to be exiled.

I would rather die in Britain than live in the country they want to send me to.