Because here’s the truth: I haven’t had a “real” job in two years. My last meaningful piece of work was writing the national drink and needle spiking advice and information service for the Metropolitan Police and Police.uk.

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Since then I dealt with my dad’s illness. Bereavement. Caring for others. Struggling to find work across borders. I kept showing up for family, for love, for life, but not for work. And yet here I am, finding language for the very things that silenced me.

Exploring how AI can help us “design with care” instead of just scale with speed. Turning grief, transition and displacement into insight. This article doesn’t just say what I believe. It marks my return to work that matters, to a field I’ve helped shape and to the voice I thought I’d lost.