The week before I was sectioned, I knew I was manic because I was posting erratically online. George Floyd had just been murdered, the protests around the world were in full swing and the Grenfell anniversary had just passed, on 14th June. I live in Ladbroke Grove, west London, and can see the remnants of Grenfell from every angle. It's eerie, upsetting and traumatising. I was really stressed out thinking about it and on 17th June I noticed a group of rich white people drinking on the street during lockdown without a care in the world while the sun set over Grenfell. Something in me snapped. I couldn't understand how they could sit there, drinking their alcohol, without being aware of the bigger picture. So I shouted at them.