I am a Tamil refugee who was in a detention centre for six and a half years.
In 2009, I left Sri Lanka on a small boat with thirty others. The journey took nearly one month - we were very seasick, and for the last two days, there was no food.
I started off on Christmas Island, and then I was moved to a detention centre in Melbourne, which was much better, because we could have visitors, and church people came so we could share our story, our pain.
In the detention centres, I started taking strong sleeping tablets. When I . . .