Depression is a BITCH

Depression is something most of us will experience at some point in our lives, and it sucks.
Depression has a way of draining all the light from your life, leaving you in a seemingly purpetual darkness. It’s draining, some days just getting out of bed seems an impossible task.
The past week has been full of those days for me. The smallest thing going wrong becomes completely overwhelming. That yoghurt you wanted has been eaten by someone else? You burst into tears. That’s ok, there’s no shame in that.
Depression isn’t forever, although it may feel that way at times. It does not mean you are weak.
One day you will come out the otherside, those grey cloud will eventually disperse. Things that seem so big now will slide into insignificance, it will take time but it will happen.
There is always hope. Just because you can’t see it at that precise moment doesn’t mean it’s not there to be found and reclaimed. It’s just trying to hang onto that clarity when your thoughts are so murky. You don’t have to suffer it alone, there is help out there, ask for it and use it!
Depression is temporary. It’s an overcomeable obstacle.
Ask for help if you need it.
Reach out in moments of crisis.
You’re meant to be here.
It may not seem like that way, but you have a purpose.
Live life at your own pace
It isn’t a race.

My Diagnosis Story: Type 1 Diabetes

Today is World Diabetes Day so I thought I would share my diagnosis story.

On the 21st of February this year I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes which is an autoimmune disease. It came as quite a shock.

I had been feeling unwell for a few months and was suffering from extreme headaches, blurred vision and was constantly tired so I finally went to the doctors. They ran blood tests, sent me to the opticians and even booked for me to have a CT scan. They didn’t suspect type 1 diabetes.

After one lot of bloods came back with some markers flagged they sent me to have repeat blood tests done.

Then on the morning of the 21st of February we got a phone call from the doctors, my mum answered it. They said I needed to come in urgently because they think I have type 1 diabetes.

When my mum got off the phone she came up to my room and told me. I cried and said I wasnt going to the doctors and that I didnt care.

My mum called my dad and got him to come home from work so we could all go to the doctors together.

At the doctors they do a finger prick test and my blood sugar was 19.4mmol. They sent me straight to A&E. I decided to take my dad with me as he is a type 1 diabetic and was best placed to help.

After sitting in A&E for hours I was finally seen by the diabetes team. They bombarded me with information and gave me my insulin pens, needles, insulin, blood glucoes meter a ketone metre and some test strips. It was daunting.

It was my 21st birthday the next day and as I was going to London my family were meant to come over that day to give me my presents but that had to be cancelled.

Doing my first injection and blood test was so scary but I did it. I dont think it had really hit me at that point that I would be doing this for the rest of my life. 5 injections at least a day, everyday.

8 months on its easier. But when it’s a bad day it leaves me feeling rough as hell.

Days out are hard to manage because it’s out of routine and my insulin needs change with what I’m doing.

I’m still trying to get the hang of it. It is very much trial and error, sometimes you get it spot on, others you get it horribly wrong.

Everyday is a learning curve.


If you think you may have syptoms of T1D please go to your doctors as it’s so serious and needs diagnosing if you have it!