Listening to Denis Glennon, speaking of justice finally being delivered for his daughter, Ciara will sit with me for years to come. I just keep thinking about how hard she fought to save her life, capturing the DNA under her fingernails which would help bring about that justice

And I think about when I was attacked, how I couldn& #39;t stop thinking I needed to make sure I scratched, so if I couldn& #39;t save my life, I& #39;d have at least given investigators a forensic clue, just as my dad taught me. And then I think about how many women have had those thoughts.

And I think of the girls I saw trying on boots for a night out, who loved them, but casually remarked they couldn& #39;t run in them "if they really needed to". And the girls who pretended to know me when they saw a man following me as I walked home, to let me know of the danger

I think of all of that and more and the grief in Denis Glennon& #39;s eyes, as he talks of how his daughter fought. And how many women still have to fight. And I don& #39;t know what the answer is, but I do know it weighs heavily on me, at times making me stumble. Sending love to all.