One of our campaigners has some important questions.
How many more women will be hurt before this changes? I'm crying out to you here.
I'm seeing my friends sent away. Hearing the hurt in their voices. They echo in my head at night.
Why are you doing this to us? You make these changes and don't think it through. You are meant to care for us, but you see pound signs not people.
What will it take for it to change? A death? Will that be the moment it changes, when you can't ignore it any more.
When someone says that everything is so shit and there's no one who knows them near by to help, so they call it a day.
I don't think that would do it. You'd find a way to say you weren't involved, that it would have happened anyway. We'll know better. We all will.
Enough now. Enough. Mums away from their kids at Christmas is next on the list. Daughters and sisters, friends and family ill and alone.
You're heartless in your offices. Do something. I'm crying out to you here.