Salvation Army

'Tricked, lied to, trapped, threatened, traded and abused.'
A modern day slave who was trafficked into Britain to have their organs harvested was among 2,013 trafficking victims supported
It might seem like an unholy pairing but we go back years, the Sally Army and me. They have always managed to build a bridge to me across my life - from saints to a sinner! They saved kids near my street when I was a boy with their food kitchens, helped me as a care worker and have supported people I know. That's why I have chosen to do a TV show with them. Everyone remembers the Sally Army, as I used to call them, I'm just not sure everyone quite knows the extent of the work they do. It's their 150th anniversary year so I wanted to take a closer look and get involved.
I didn't realise I had a mental health before 2009. This was probably one of the hardest of times of my life. I hit a crisis when there was a death in the family and I simply didn't know how to cope. I broke down crying. I was angry and upset and I didn't know how to deal with how I felt. I just knew that I wanted to escape those feelings. The hurt. The anger. The loss. The pain.
We have come to take the Salvation Army for granted. For most of us it is an almost reassuringly permanent feature, in an age when everything changes. We see its members in their distinctive uniforms, drive past their curiously named 'citadels' and note and approve of their presence at times of disaster and their work with down-and-outs...
When I realised I was in trouble, I found there wasn't much help out there for me. It would take months for me to gather the courage to open a browser window, only to find when I type the words "Abuse" or "Violence", I would only find services and campaigns catered to women.
For many of us living in the West the word poverty normally conjures up images of far flung lands in sub-Saharan Africa or Asia. Often it is images of malnourished children with naked torsos and indented ribcages in drought-ridden surroundings.