I am new to all this online stuff, but always knew Katy knew and helped hundreds of people through this site, The Bipolar Foundation site and her own website.
I have known Katy for 10 years, since we met in Oxford as students receiving treatment for our mental health problems. As with you all, she touched my life and changed it for the better.
She would never judge, or question, She would be honest and kind. No problem was too great, it was never the wrong time. She wrote so that others had a voice. She told the world that she was not ashamed of who she was, and I have taken that to my workplace and to my friends. She was perceptive and sensitive and loved others as she was never able to love herself.
I feel that her view of herself and the world was inverted. She was a light, a beacon of hope, a beautiful soul and a force for good in a world that is dark, cynical, selfish and cruel. She saw the beauty in others, the strengths we did not know we had until she pointed them out. Yet she could never see in the reflection of our love the wonder that she was.
She loved purple, Greenday, Pink, tattoos and really, really bad gore/shock horror movies. She had poetry in her soul and loved to read. She saw beauty in the black heart of other's suffering, through the window of their words to the world. She loved her dogs, and was devastated when Bobby died a few years ago. How Poppy will miss her now she is gone (especially sneaking into her room to sleep in bed with her!). She doted on her godchildren and her nephew. She was a fan of scampi and chips and blue wkd (or a frozen mojito).
Katy used many words to describe herself. To me she was a friend, a daughter, a sister, a gifted writer and scientist, a proud Oxonion, a computer whizz, an avid skier and cyclist. She was kind, generous, loving, forgiving, open, funny. She had the soul of a poet, the courage of a lioness and carried a burden most of us would have dropped long, long ago.
She is Katy Sara.