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Saturday, 27 January 2018

MY ECZEMA

ECZEMA AND ME:

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Good afternoon Little Ones! Sun is shining bright in my hometown, and I'm feeling optimistic, I've a few days, but tomorrow's blog post will explain everything. 
Today marks the day where I share another massive insecurity of mine, that so happens to be my eczema. I've had this for a  number of years on and off, and recently it's happened to flare up ... Why? I ask it time and time again, doesn't feel like giving me an answer. 
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WHERE IT ALL STARTED: 

I only realised a few years ago, that numerous red, itchy dry patches, started to emerge on the surface of my skin, it would move sporadically around my arms, chest and neck; but never more than that.
I assumed it was due to a particular shower gel, or body butter, so I kept my cleansing routine simple.
A few weeks pass, and nothing seemed to work, I spoke to my sister, (she suffers with eczema), right away she stated, "wow, you have eczema, you should probably see a doctor".
Still to this day, I have no idea how or why I managed to obtain this interesting skin condition, but it's going to stick by my side for the long run.




DO I KNOW WHEN IT'S GOING TO FLARE UP?

But, what I have noticed, is that if I feel partially anxious or depressed, it starts to flare up, especially my arm ... Once it's landed it spreads like wildfire. In order for it to disappear I need to calm down, and remain content.
Although, for the past few weeks I've been struggling massively with my mental health, no matter how much double-base cream I apply, if I still feel numb; my eczema will remain intact.
Time has past, and it's starting to die down, I've been on new anti-depressants for 48 hours, I feel OK, defiantly calmer, and guess what, my eczema has almost gone! Still dry and slightly painful, but it's completely disappeared from my neck and collarbone. 




MY CURE:

Depending on the type of eczema you have, depends on what treatment is available for you, I suffer with both: atopic dermatitis (chronic and inflammatory-immune system that goes into overdrive), and contact dermatitis, (skin comes into contact with an irritable surface).
Both types can be treated easily with a prescribed double-base cream, I continue to use it until it's said goodbye, it can take a few days, or a couple of weeks, either way, it will fade away eventually.
I've grown accustomed to my eczema, and I'm not afraid to say that it's who I am, it's a physical sign to warn me that I need to take a break; which isn't so bad.

Right Little Ones, that's for today's read, I hope you found this interesting, defiantly different for me ... I'm sorry that I've missed a couple of days. But, as mentioned previously, I will be releasing a detailed blog post with what's been happening. 
As for now, I love you all so very much! If you have any recommendations, leave a comment down below, or use my social media handles. 
Have a lovely day, and I will see you tomorrow! Remember to stay safe and stay tuned! :) x x x 

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Sunday, 11 December 2016

Storytime-teacher lost my A-Level Photography coursework

Teacher lost my A-Level coursework

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Good evening Little ones, I've been working hard the past few days, but I miss you all so very much; so I'm here typing away. I thought that it was about time that I let you know me a little more, and by doing this, I thought that by telling you one of the most devastating stories would do the trick. Evidently, by the title of the blog post, most of you will understand why this was extremely stressful; and some of you may know how heartbreaking this situation is ... If one of you individuals have experienced this, I feel utterly sorry for you, because it breaks you down as a person.
Anyhow, I lived on and I'm now at University, if you want to know the details then have a wonder down below :).

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Background information:

First and foremost, I was in Sixth Form for three years. Not because I failed my first year but because I didn't want to carry on what I was studying in the first year. I walked out of first year with 2A's and a B ... In English, Business and Finance. SO many people have stated, "why did you change your subjects, your grades were amazing". The truth of the matter was, I wasn't happy with what I was studying, I was so depressed and lost with what I wanted to do with my life. School lead to you to believe that this was it ... What you do know embodies you into the person you will become, which in my mind meant,if you mess it up due to low grades and sluggish passion; you might as well be on the streets. The pressure and wanting to succeed lead me to pick the subjects I've always wanted to do ... And I did, even though it meant staying an extra two years in Secondary School.

I decided to go down the creative route, and selected: Photography, Media and Product Design. I adored the first year, apart from the fact that somebody destroyed my Product Design Final, which I had to drop in the end, (that'll be another Storytime). I finished the first year with an A and a B, which again, I was over the moon with, I thought my final year would be the same, but it wasn't and you'll find out why in the next section.

What happened?

Fundamentally, it was a new start to the year, in Photography we were given a topic, in this case it what surfaces, we had to find artists in which we thought used multiple surfaces in their work; it could literally be anything, as long as you could analyse and justify why and how it was relevant. I went with 4 different artists, as I could differentiate the variety of styles each photographer used; as it would give you higher marks. Being an analytical person, I thought I would do well in that aspect. We all had to find the photographers, analyse their work, respond to their work by taking images of your own, edit them and select your final pieces and analyse them. This process took several hours, and you had to do at least 3 photo-shoots, for each individual artists ... Estimations, you had to take at least 200-250 photographs for ONE artist ... And I had four. You can only imagine the amount of time I had spent on my work. 
But it wasn't about just taking the images, the way you edited your images and why was the most important factor, this is where all the marks came from. In my case I had an artist which hand embellished their photographs, just to let you know how long it took for me to edit ONE image ... 3 hours. I had to hand-sew sequins and string to an a2 piece of paper ... I had 4 of these as my final piece to one artist. After I had actually completed my work, which took 7 months it was time for our review.
This is where the teacher would modify and mark your work, I was being told from the amount of of effort I was putting in, it was worth "at least an A".


When it came to find out my predicted grade my teacher sat me down and gave me a yellow slip of paper. It stated "U". I thought that it was upside-down, or she was having a bad day, because from what they were saying, it was worth AT LEAST AN A. She then said, "Amy, I'm really sorry to inform you but your work has been misplaced, so I had to mark you down as Upgradeable".
I heart stopped beating, my hands were sweating, I went into a full panic attack ... And then stopped. So much was going through my mind, I had been working on this for 7 months, we were about to be set our exam work, we had no more time to go back to our coursework, which was worth 60% OF OUR FINAL GRADE. For once, I actually stood up to myself and swore at this teacher, I went on about how she incompetent and why this was wrong on so many levels. My work my A grade worthy and she had the nerve to not only downgrade me, but to LOOSE my work. She has always gone on about how she adored my inordinately, and how I was different from all the other students. She didn't "misplace" anyone else's work but mine ... In which I thought she kept it for herself; or she's just stupid enough that she can't track where she's kept A-LEVEL WORK!
I refused to re-start my entire project, as that meant staying up various nights ... So I cracked on with the exam work, and complained to my head of year and refused to re-do my coursework. There were threats of them kicking me out because I was being so rude to my teacher ... But come on?! She lost my work, she should lose her job! If she can't look after A-Level work then she shouldn't be a teacher, it's disgusting. I had other subjects to revise for, and this incident made my world tumble around me. 

Luckily enough my head of year reviewed my work, and said, "because it was worth an A that's what we will grade you". 

I remember walking in the last day, and stating to other students that this teacher couldn't be trusted ... With her right there. I held my head up high, and was proud when my results came in for both my A-levels, because I managed to achieve good grades, with the stress of this awful indecent. 

I now study Marketing, and I adore it. I should have just stayed studying business, but at that time in my life I wasn't interested, but now my entire life is focused on Business and Marketing. 
This is now the end of the blog post Little ones, if you have any further questions please let me know in the comment section down below! I have so many other stories to tell you about my School life! 
If any of you have gone though this, as mentioned previously I really do feel for you; but it does make you a stronger person.
I love you all so very much, see you again very soon! Merry Christmas Little ones! Stay safe and stay tuned! :) x x x 

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Thursday, 6 October 2016

Story time-Yodel lost my boyfriends package

Yodel lost a £400 package 

DISCLAIMER: This is just my opinion, obviously everyone will have a different opinion as this might not of happened to them. But in regards to Yodel I will NOT be using them EVER.


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Good morning Little ones! How are you today? What are you planning on today anyway? I have a lecture later on; but I thought that it would be great to give you another storytime blog post; they are the ones that you seem to enjoy the most :).
So let's get crack into it! Get some popcorn and watch the drama unfold right in front of you.

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BACKSTORY:

Fundamentally, Christopher (my boyfriend) ordered a graphics card for his computer, he never buys anything for himself as it takes a LOT of convincing. He really needed this, he was going into his second year of University, as a Computer Science student he needed to upgrade several parts of his computer; to enable him to keep up with the workload. Chris then went with the idea and wanted it as soon as possible, before he could change his mind. He paid for next day delivery, hours before the cut off date; they sent him a confirmation email to reassure him that his parcel was out and will get to him the next day. 

WHAT HAPPENED:

Day 2 had appeared, it was time to collect the parcel from the front desk ... We both went there as Chris was so excited to show me what he had bought. To our surprise nothing was there, absolutely nothing. It was only 10am, but Yodel stated that it would be there by 9am. Chris put it to one side and thought that it was down to traffic; he got on with his day and went down again at 3pm. There was still no parcel, at this point he was getting really frustrated, he thought it was time to contact someone in the yodel department. They told him, "we have lost track of your parcel, it's going to take 24 hours for us to find it and ship it to you". Chris was not happy in the slightest, infact he demanded a refund for the delivery; as he was paying for a service that he wasn't getting; which in my opinion is 100% correct; why should you pay for something that you aren't receiving?
It was now day 3, in which Yodel was meant to send the package, we both went down to the front desk, to find out that it still hadn't arrived. Chris had now lost it completely, he took to Twitter and demanded to know where his package was. After a total of 23 tweets he had given up, he had decided to talk to technical support again ... In which they said "it's now going to take 48 hours to find your parcel". I was starting to get VERY agitated,and it wasn't even my package! Chris had lost it, he was on the phone constantly trying to get to someone that would actually tell him what was happening. It wasn't until the 5th day that he managed to get valid information. It had taken 5 days for a Supervisor to say, "we are sorry but we have lost your parcel completely". There was no refund offered from the company; it took Chris to demand for one, and even then they weren't happy about it ... NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT?! They lost the parcel?! They are paid to deliver parcels ... And they lost his.  
They are now in the process of giving him a refund, which will now take 3-5 days, which I still find appalling. In regards to Yodels customer service team ...They are awful, they do whatever they can to get you off the phone, and to do this by feeding you false information. For example, they said to Chris, "don't worry we will find your parcel within 24 hours and ship it off the same day" ... Which was utterly rubbish and false. 
I would NEVER recommend Yodel, I have never used them before and I will never use them in the future. Simply because my anxiety would be over the edge it I had ordered something from them and it went wrong like this situation. I would say that if you have ordered something from this company take great precautions, you think that this won't happen to you but it could; why take the risk? 

This is now the end of the blog post, I hope you take some of this advice, simply because you don't need additional stress; and by this happening it really does take it out on you. I hope you have had a lovely day, I'm now going to do some more University work :).
I love you all so very much, I will see you tomorrow with a classic recipe! Have a good night sleep, or night partying! Whatever you do stay safe or stay tuned! I love you :) x x x

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Thursday, 22 September 2016

Story time- fraud on my account

Someone tried to take money from my account

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Hello Little ones! How have you been the past few days? I've been dealing with what I'm currently writing about, pretty stressful right? This is why I have been absent for 2 days, I really am sorry about that; but I thought I would make up for that by telling you about it!
Tomorrow I will be treating you guys to a Body-Shop haul, how exciting! As for now it's a story time, which you ALL need to look out for! Keep your eyes pealed and details close to your heart!
Have a little read if you want, it may benefit you in the long-run :).

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BACKSTORY:

I'm an extremely anxious human being. I NEVER leave receipts out in the open, I shred everything that has my details on; this is what my mother taught me, and I go by her standards. It may sound ridiculous, but not when there are evil people out there trying to take your hard-working money away from you. In addition to this, I have never been the one to put excessive amounts of card information on the internet; the only time I would EVER do this would be online shopping; which I don't think I will be doing for a while; because of a recent situation that has happened to me. 

WHAT HAPPENED:

Profoundly, I was on the internet, doing the usual-research, social media and replying to emails. One caught my eye, it was an email from Gov.com. It stated that I was due a tax rebate; which I found amazing at the time; it looked like a legit email ... So I put my card details in, as well as my full name and address. All PERSONAL information. I was thinking to myself that this was perfect, I was getting paid soon and this on top would of been perfection! 
The positive thoughts stopped when I received a text message from my bank, it stated that my account was being hacked into and that I needed to phone the fraud department as soon as possible. My heart was in my mouth, I couldn't believe that this was happening to me! I was always careful with my money, I had no idea at this point in time how this could of happened. I looked up the number that the bank text me on; just to make sure that it was the bank, simply because I didn't want to disclose any personal information over the phone to fakes. It was a legit number so I called them, they stated, "did you try and pay for something on Maplins for £420?" I urgently said, "no". Panic was rifling down my body, my hands were clammy from the sweat, I had no idea what to do, the lady's words sounded like a blur. It took a few moments for me to snap back to reality and think that I had to do something, and something quick! She said, "we will put a block on your account, we are also sending you a new card in 2 working days" She also said, "for them to of done this they would of has to of known ALL your personal information". It was then that it clicked ... The email ... I had put all my personal information on there, my heart sank and I began to sob. She consulted me while I told her what I had done by mistake. She reassured me that my account was blocked and she would unblock in when my new card arrived, just so I would be able to spend my money when I got paid. I was worried of what she thought of me, that I was a careless young child that couldn't look after my details, I poured my heart out to this person, she did nothing but laugh a little and say that this happens all the time; and that this had happened to her a few years back. She was ever so kind. 
In this current situation I now have my new card and my anxiety has gone away for the time being. 

KEY TIPS:

If you have received an EMAIL from GOV it's NOT real! It's FAKE! The government will only get into contact with you over the phone, or they will send you a letter in a BROWN envelope!
I thought that they could send out emails, but they don't! Although they offer online services they do not require you to fill out any personal information on the web, only over the phone! Something else you need to know, is that if you are owed a tax rebate, you can ONLY do this OVER THE PHONE. They will take your information over the phone, and they will NOT ask for card details. They will send you a check in the post with your rebate. I repeat they do NOT ask for card information, if they do they are FAKE!

This is now the end of my blog post, I know this is a very scary topic, but I want to make sure that my Little ones are safe and sound. If this has happened to you, or someone you know, or if you are unsure then at least you know now. 
Please don't do what I did, it was a tough lesson to learn, but I didn't know at the time, it was too late. But I am ok now, and you guys will be as well! 
I love you all so very much, I will see you tomorrow with something a bit more positive! Sleep tight and see you tomorrow! Stay safe and stay tuned Little ones :) x x x

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Monday, 19 September 2016

Story time-Drama at work

iPhone 7 stolen from me

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Good morning everyone, did you have a goodnight sleep? As promised yesterday I have a story time for you! Which also happened recently, 2 days recently! From the title of this blog post you can tell that it's going to be one hell of a story; of which happened to me. Very shocking and scary, but I might as well talk about it and inform you guys what's happening in my life :).
If this has happened to you how did you get over it? Or what would you do if this happened to you?
Let's cut to the chase and get on with the blog post.

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BACKSTORY:

Fundamentally, I have been working in a phone shop for 3 weeks now,, but I've been with the company for nearly 3 months; due to the training. I had never been told about theft, but I just assumed that it might happen, merely because we are dealing with phone. Any how, I've enjoyed my time here, I love my job and I can't wait to go back tomorrow; as hard as my job is, it gives me great satisfaction to know that I've sold high end problems; and helped various people along the way. 
This being said, I live in a town where stealing is unheard of, especially in this way shape and form. I have also never witnessed anything like this before hand either. 

WHAT HAPPENED:

Profoundly, I was sat down serving a customer, I had just gone through what phone they wanted, and I was discussing what price plan would be perfect for their personal life. I then grabbed the phone, iPhone 7 32g in gold; that was the phone the gentleman wanted. I took down all his personal details, got the boring part out of the way ... I was about to run though the contract when I felt someone push past me, I was really knocked back. I then looked at my table and the person that had just ran past me took the iPhone 7 off the table. I was absolutely gobsmacked ... I thought it was a joke at first, I just assumed that he was going to come back; but he didn't. As soon as the realization hit me I broke down in panic, I thought, 'what if he had a knife' ... All these thoughts came back and forth; I couldn't think straight. It wasn't until I noticed that my manger wasn't in store anymore, he had ran out to catch the criminals. No one else knew what to do, so I spammed the theft button on our security system; seconds later several security guards arrived, I told them what happened and they took it from there. 10 minutes flew by and my manager and other colleague came back, they were panting like mad, with nothing but disappointment on their face. They had slipped away under the radar... My manager soon after blacklisted the phone, so the crooks couldn't even use them if they wanted to.
Everything continued as normal, I was looking over my shoulder for the time being, and I think I will do for the rest off my days, something like that doesn't disappear overnight.
It was around 4:30 and 3 police officers arrived, I just assumed my manager called them earlier on. I was taken back again, they were all so tall, they were giants! Big friendly giants, They took everyone to one side and asked for statements. I then learnt that because I was physically touched I had to go down to the police station and make a proper statement. My manager also had to do the same, even though he didn't see the incident, he had to make a statement, simply because he is the manager of the store. 2 hours went by and my statement was done, they said that I would have to attend court and tell my side of the story; which I was more than happy with as I saw what happened confidently. It was time to head home and I arrived in style ... A police van. The person that drove me home was lovely, he had such banter it was unreal.
The robbery is still on going, it only happened two days ago, they will be in further contact with me to see what happens next, I will evidently keep you all up to date with what happens next.

This is now the end of my blog post! This was another dramatic one, I hope you enjoyed it! Something to read right? ;)
I hope you have a good day, tell me what you get up to in the comment section down below or on my social media. I love you all so very much, stay safe and stay tuned Little ones :). x x x


Wednesday, 14 September 2016

Story time- Bullied at School

Three girls jumped me at School

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Good  evening Little ones! How have you been today? I've just finished work, I'm currently round Chris's home, the family have gone out to buy some food; so for the mean time I decided to write this story time :). It was highly requested to write another story time, as well as a life style blog post; that is coming tomorrow and Friday! Both very exciting days for me! Any how, how have you all been today, what have you done?
If you want to get right into this story, sit back, relax and grab your favourite snack :). 

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BACKSTORY:

Fundamentally, when this happened I was in year 10, which would have made me 15. At this age I was a bundle of nerves, I was put into the stereotypical category as "quiet nerd". I didn't have many friends; but the friends I did have I still talk to currently. I never really talked to anyone that I didn't know, and I defiantly didn't make an effort to start a new conversation who wasn't in my friend group. I've changed now, but back then I just couldn't, my social anxiety was going through the roof. 
Something else you should know, within my School year there are at least four girls with the same name as me, so we would constantly get muddled up with another person; this happened quite often; this may seam really random now, but it will make sense when the story unfolds. 

WHAT HAPPENED? 

Profoundly, I remember that it was lunch, someone came up to me and said, "are you really going to beat Sally up after School"? (Not her real name, I have to use fake names in this story). I was so stunned at this accusation, and replied with "no, I don't even know her that well". I simply put it to the back of my mind and moved on. I sat down on the bench I was sitting on and continued talking with my friends. Within minutes a group of girls came over, there was four of them, they were known for causing trouble; of which I was really taken back by, I started getting really anxious before they had even said a thing. Sally said, "I heard you were going to beat me up, so here I am". I replied with, "who said this". Sally then said, "it doesn't matter, but they said it was Amy, so I came to you". I was so shocked that this was even happening, I as in year 10; nothing like this had even happened to me. I started to say, "it must have been another Amy, because I never said that, you know me, and you know for a fact that I can't fight". The group of girls laughed and said, "I know, but it's gone too far now so I think we should just fight. 
By this point there was a massive crowd forming around us, I started to have a massive panic attack, my natural instinct was to run away ... And that's what I did, to the girls bathroom. I thought that if I locked myself in there I would be safe; because I lock would of put a boundary between us.  
I was wrong, ever so wrong ...
I heard murmurs in the distance, I looked between the cubical door, and to my horror I saw the girls bathroom filled with people, which included girls and boys. I started to panic even more, all this drama over a silly rumor that I didn't even start. I heard a massive thud next door, it was the girls climbing over the other toilet cubical. I tried to escape but it was too late. One of the girls grabbed my hair and smacked my face into the door lock. Another girl called 'Alice' said, " this is what you deserve". I pushed Alice away and ran out of the cubical, I was met with a crowd of people ... I stood there in shock for a couple of seconds; and then ran off to. I remember sprinting down the narrow corridor, the line of people wanting to see what's happening stood there like zombies; they all became a blur to me. All I remember is sitting down in a teachers office and writing down a statement. They believed me 100%. The next day they called all the girls into the office and suspended them for a few days. 
When they returned back to School they were all made to write me a letter, which stated why they were sorry and that they wouldn't do that to ANYONE ever again. 
A few weeks passed by, but they were still causing me issues, they were in my sporting class, they would constantly try and trip me up, throw balls at me, they even threw a badminton racket at my face when I beat them. All of this lead them to separating me and them ... And yes, this was over a FAKE rumor. 
The only reason they carried it on was because they thought, "it would be stupid if we didn't get anything out of it".

Moral of the story is, if you are getting bullied, don't let them get away with it. Report it as soon as possible, it might not be the "coolest" thing to do; but it will keep you safe and sound. 
You will never see these people again, I know that  haven't, it's been years! Of course I do the occasional Facebook stalk, who doesn't? I know that I am better off than them, and it makes me upset that I even let them get to me in the first place. 

Unfortunately, this is the end of my blog post, I really hope that you enjoyed or found this blog post entertaining; I have many other stories like this which I will happily put up for you. I am only here to help you; and if telling you what my experience was helps you relate then so be it:).
Have a lovely evening, I will see you tomorrow with a lifestyle blog post, I can't wait for you to see it!
I love you all so very much, stay safe and stay tuned Little ones! :) x x x 

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Friday, 26 August 2016

Advice-IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome)

Living with IBS 

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Good afternoon Little ones! How have you been today? I've been doing my last week of training, mixed with preparing for University, it's literally so crazy! I'm sorry that I haven't been posting regularly, I hate that I'm not posting everyday; but as soon as I get into University and have my timetable I will be back to normal! 
As you can tell by the title of the blog post I am going to be telling you about my history with IBS and what it's all about! If you suffer from this condition, or just want to find out what it's like to live with have a little read down below :).

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WHAT IS IBS?

IBS, which is also stands for Irritable Bowel Syndrome. It's a condition that affects your large intestine (colon), it causes it pass food through your system as fast as possible; which means everything that you eat goes through you! It makes you insanely bloated, and the pain is immense, (the pain does vary); in my case the pain is so bad I pass out. With IBS it's a chronic long term problem, some cases worse than others, you may have to go to the doctors to maintain the pain, or to keep food down. For example, IBS can last a few hours, or a few days, it depends what's causing it. IBS can be caused from particular foods or major anxiety, which is what I suffer from, this is a huge factor for why I get IBS so often.  

SHOULD I GO TO THE DOCTOR?

Fundamentally, this is all based on how much pain you can take, and if you feel that this is a major concern. When it came to me I felt like I left it too late, simply because I would suffer with IBS at least once a month, for that one day of the month I would be in excruciating pain, could not move in the slightest; and it would last AT LEAST 6 hours ... Yes I would sit on the toilet for that amount of time. Let me talk about the bloating! I would be insanely swollen and bloated! I would look pregnant, that's the gas in your stomach expanding; IT DOES GO DOWN! Don't worry! When this first happened to me I was panicking, it takes a day or so to go back to normal; so don't worry :).
If this is happening to you very frequently, I was suggest that you head over a doctor, they will then be able to give you medication for your: pain, swelling and anxiety. Evidently, anxiety is a seperate issue; but if it interlinks with your IBS then your doctor can suggest if not give you new medication which suits your needs :). 

MY IBS STORIES:

  • Caught in London:
    This happened 2 years ago, I was visiting a guy I was talking to in London, he was based in Kingston; this was the first time I was going there in my life! I was new to traveling alone, and testing the waters in a place like London was wrong! I remember arriving at Finsbury Park, heading down the stairs to the underground, and that's when the anxiety hit. My heart was pounding, the fear of getting lost or hurt was constantly spiraling around my mind until I arrived at Kingston. When I met up with the guy I was completely fine, I was happy that I was getting to know him more as well the area; Kingston is beautiful! After 3 hours of being there I started feeling a slight pain in my stomach, I knew straight away that it was IBS; but I put it to the back of my mind and tried to ignore it. NOT THE THING TO DO! After 20 minutes of me trying to ignore it, a wave of pain paralyzed my entire body, I could not move; I literally fell to the floor. I remember waking up with Mark (the guy I was talking to), he helped me up, I was BLOATED! I remember sitting up and being in so much pain. It then struck that I needed to get home; but I was 2 hours away. I had to go on 3 seperate trains, including the London underground. The longer I held this in for made the pain even worse, I collapsed again on the London underground, this time a doctor that was on the train calmed me down and carried me to my final train, luckily he was from Welwyn (Where I live) and helped me home. The thing with IBS, is that you can't do anything, you just need a toilet ;').
    I phoned my Dad, and he picked me up from the Welwyn train station and drove me home as fast as he could. When I arrived home I was on the toilet for 4 hours ... A lot of YouTube videos were watched in that time, and also to distract the pain. 
  • The middle of the night:
    Fundamentally, I'm a VERY deep sleeper, so deep that a fire alarm won't wake me up ... Yes I'm being serious. So the fact that IBS did was shocking! All I remember is a strange dream, I was being stabbed over and over again, more like a nightmare right? :').
    I could feel everything! I woke up, and my stomach was on fire! I assumed that it had taken a few hours, as I was extremely bloated, and the pain was so intense! It was dead on 3am, I crawled to the bathroom with my duvet and rocked back and forth. The pain was out of this world, IBS pain is the worst pain I have ever felt; I would rather someone punch me in the face. After 3 hours I was exhausted, I wanted this to end, so I got up and went to bed. Not even 5 minutes passed and I had to rush back to the toilet ... 9am came around and I was done, I was finished on the loo! 6 hours! That was the longest time I have ever spent in the bathroom! After that IBS episode I went to bed and woke up later that afternoon, I tried to eat a dry bit of toast and that went right through me. It took 3 days before I could hold any food down at all. 
IBS that lasted 10 days:This was the most recent episode, as you may or may not already know, I have just come back from France, it was my first time abroad. Anxiety was surrounding me as per usual, mixed with different food and living environment. After 3 days of being there a constant pain in my stomach lived there, everything I ate and drank increased the pain,I would try and go to the toilet but nothing would come out; I was terribly bloated and the pain was like IBS. The week passes by and the pain is still there, I'm still able to keep food down, but I didn't want to eat because it hurt so much. As soon as I get back to the UK I'm terribly sick, everything I'm eating is going through me, I lost quite a bit of weight, the pain was getting worse and worse. This was absolutely terrifying! After 5 days of not being able to eat or keep food down I went to the doctors, they were worried that it might of been something else, but they came to the conclusion that it was IBS; but because of the climate change it had made the IBS even worse. They gave me medication which reduced the swelling, pain, and widened my intestines, this enabled me to eat without it hurting as it would make room for the food. After two days of this medication it enabled me to be able to keep hold of my food, it was still going through me; but not as fast as previous days. A full 10 days pass and I'm finally able to eat proper food while keeping it down at the same time. It was so scary for me, this was a different perspective of IBS that I had never experienced. Just to let you know, especially people that suffer with IBS it can last a few hours to a few days, if you are really worried go to the doctors and get checked out; that's what I did. 

This is the end of my blog post! I am very sorry that this has taken so LONG! I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED MY TRAINING! I am able to write as many blog posts as possible now, which I love! I will be doing a University blog post soon! And when I move into my new home I will give you a flat tour as well! I hope you have had a lovely day, I start my new job tomorrow and I am so excited! 
I hope you have all been well, I love you all so very much! See you tomorrow with a vegan recipe! 
I love you again! Stay safe and stay tuned Little ones :) x x x 

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Sunday, 10 July 2016

Advice-breaking down

My mental breakdown (nervous breakdown)

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Hello again! It's pretty grey where I am right now, I'm hoping the sun comes out soon :). I thought that this morning I would give you another advice post, you guys really seem to enjoy these; and I want to help you by telling you my experience; and giving you tips on how to avoid this situations. 
If you want to see how my depression and anxiety started click here. 
If you are out there are you are going through this, in my heart I feel awfully sorry for you; because this is when I hit rock bottom in my life and I know that's how you feel too. I love you all and we can get through this together :). 
I will be taking you through my BIGGEST emotional breakdown, what impact it had on me and my family and what happened after. 
If you want to see my personal experience, and advice on how to avoid this situations; keep calm relax and have a little read. 

In this blog post I can't say names, so I will refer to this particular person as: it, him, he etc. I also can't explain certain things this person did to me for legal reasons.


BACKSTORY:

This emotional breakdown was caused by another human being, someone that I thought I loved,someone that I thought cherished and cared about me ... But he did not. He hurt me emotionally and physically; which took it's toll on me in the end.
This person controlled me like a puppet: from telling me what to wear, what to say and how to act. As well as, telling me when I can and can't see him, what I should spend my money on. He would steal from me, or demand money by using mental and physical abuse.
But worst of all was the mental abuse, he would give me all the attention in the world, and then take it away from me in a heartbeat. He would be the love of my life one minute, and my stone cold enemy the next. He would tell me, "your life isn't worth living if you don't have me", "you wouldn't be able to cope on your own, no one would be with you", "you're disgusting, vile, hideous, why am I with you?" etc.
He made me feel that I couldn't live without him. It was a gradual decline, he was so manipulative and cruel. He wrapped me around his little finger until I nearly took my own life. I started self-harming when I was with him; the physical pain distracted the mental abuse. But he would still tell me to kill myself. He said I was "overreacting" and that it was "all in my head". He made me think that everything he did to me, was my fault. 
He then left me ... Everything he did and he left me, for no reason. I came home, previously having spent time with him; and he messaged me to say that it was over. At that moment in time I couldn't breath, I felt numb and had no idea what to do with myself. I wasn't upset that he was gone, I was devastated. He made me feel that I couldn't live without him, he made me believe that. He beat me emotionally and physically for him to leave? I broke, literally, I went to his home and destroyed his room. Everything he had stole from me, everything that he made me spend my money on ... I smashed. After all of that, I took him back ... He said he was sorry, that it was him and not me. And I took him back; at this point I wasn't a human being, I was a walking skeleton. 
Until one day I finally realised that it wasn't me it was him, I seeked  professional help without him knowing and left him. That was the best day of my life. 

THE BREAKDOWN:

After he had left I felt nothing. 
I came home, curled up on the sofa and stayed there for hours. I cried but said nothing. I did this for weeks. I couldn't sleep, everything I ate I threw up. 
To try and get me to sleep my dad had to rock me back and forth like I was a little child.
For weeks I didn't talk, the only sound I made was the tears that came before and eyes; at the tragic sound that came after that.
My eyes were red raw, they were as swollen as golf balls. My complexion was anemic, I looked like the walking dead. I forgot how to speak, I had no energy to do anything, this entailed, brushing my hair, washing my body. I just wouldn't do it. 
All I wanted to do was lay in bed and cry. On times when I had to go downstairs I would rock myself to feel at ease. Eventually I spoke, but only to mum, as she is the closest person I have to this day. I said, "maybe if I change he would take me back". Oh how I wish I never said that, how I wish that I didn't let him brainwash me; but at that moment in my life Amy was gone ... Amy didn't exist. Amy was kidnapped by him. He had taken her away, and replaced her with a dead soul. 
Eventually I learnt how to communicate, but only in the household and very close friends, being Eisha. On the night that this happened, she sat by my side and held me; bare this in mind she hates physical contact; and she held me. She made me feel safe, and for that I love her, I will love her forever. 

THE AFTERMATH:

The recovery process was draining. I had to live without manipulation. You may be thinking, 'that's fantastic'. But for 2 years of my life this person took over me, I was not Amy McGuire, I was somewhere else. I had lived by these rules for years, I knew nothing else. The anxiety of doing something wrong was ridiculous, I was scared to wear my own clothes the way I wanted to, as he had said that I couldn't do that. I would have been judged and called a slut, whore, ugly etc. if I dressed the way I wanted to. I would have been judged if I spent my money the way that I wanted to. Everything that I wanted to do I couldn't, because he was still there, controlling my mind. Even though he was gone physically, I was left with nothing. I was left with burning questions, of WHY? In which to this day I still can't answer. I still can't understand how he could treat me the way that he did. We are all human, and for him to do what he did to me, to another human being, is not only inhumane, but unquestionably vile. 
I still go to therapy, I still need to talk to people, because it's impacted my current relationship. I still get scared of being truly happy, because I am terrified of experiencing this all over again. 
I know that Chris (my current boyfriend) would never harm me in any way shape or form! But the anxiety is still there because of my past experience.  
I still have nightmares to this day, I struggle to sleep at night. The only time I can actually sleep is when Chris is by my side holding me; and even then I have night terrors. But I know he is there to protect me. Always. I love him so very much, and I'm thankful that I have someone like him in my life.

HOW TO AVOID THIS:

If I was as strong as I am now I would have said goodbye to that person a while ago. I was a weak and fragile person and he knew that; he took advantage and took me piece by piece until there was nothing left. 
If you are in a current relationship and he is even slightly controlling you, even if it's, "can I see your phone?", "I don't think you should wear that", "I don't think you should buy that", tell him to stop of leave! People like them start off small and then it gets worse! They get into your brain and then take control of it! 
PLEASE BELIEVE ME! 
I would not wish this to happen to anyone, this is the worst pain I have every experienced in my life, he took 2 years off my life ... 2 whole years I won't get back. 
Please stay safe and listen to what other people tell you about him, he they say that he's controlling please don't go there. 
I learnt the VERY hard way, and it still effects me to this day. 
If you want to know any personal details about what happened to me, you can message me.
Hopefully in the next year of so I will be able to tell you everything in detail about what he did physically. 

I want to say a huge thank you for reading this, and if you are going through this with a current partner, please leave them. I did and it was the best thing that I ever did. 
I am so sorry that you have had to go through this, but it will make you a stronger person. It sure as hell makes you view the world differently. 
I love you all so very much, and I will see you again later on today with another vegan recipe :).
Stay safe and stay tuned Little ones :) x x x 

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Monday, 4 July 2016

Advice-where it all began. Anxiety and depression.

How I ended up becoming depressed and anxious 

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DISCLAIMER: This is going to be a very raw blog post, I will try and keep it as positive as I can, but as you can tell by this title there's no sunshine and rainbows. If you are easily upset, and can't stand these personal experiences PLEASE DON'T read this post. 

Hello everyone. I never thought that I would be sitting here writing this blog post ... But I am. This is a very hard post for me to write, something I have always wanted to tell people but I never could. I'm still contemplating if I should be writing this; simply because I've dealt with these demons for years.
I have no idea how I'm going to start this blog post but what I will say is that it's a very long story, and it's not the nicest of tales. On the other hand, there are certain aspects that I can't explain or write in this post, simply because of legal reasons. No names will be named, I will refer to this particular person as 'he', 'it', and 'him'. 

Where do I begin? I suppose I'll start from when I was younger, specifically 6 or 7. Apparently I was a very shy child, I wouldn't talk to people, nor engage with everyday activities in primary school. I kept myself to myself and that was it. I was scared you see, children screaming around the playground, acting like wild animals intimidated me. The fact that I was bullied for being so timid and dainty didn't help. They would point, scream and shout as they knew I hated it. I would cry in a corner and wish for it to be over. This is where my fear of people began to rise ... Growing up was difficult, my social interaction with people was non-existent. I would hide away and avoid all contact, my fear of people grew more and more. I didn't know that I was battling with anxiety, I didn't even know what that word meant. 
Secondary School was utter hell. I remember my first day ... Oh what a first day it was. Coming face to face with thousands of students was terrifying. I remember crying as I entered the dull and frosty hall. I had warm and humble teachers either side of me telling me that "it was going to be ok". Their smiles filled me with hope. Until my first lesson arrived. I didn't know where to go, the fear of being late took over my entire body. Growing up, being late was seen as rude, being late was the ultimate betrayal, being late meant it was the worst first impression. With this in mind I scrabbled around school, trying to find my class. my heart was pounding, tears were pouring, my lungs on fire. I did was I knew best, I curled up into a ball and cried. 
There were many days like this. And it only got worse. My anxiety grew, it started eating away at me, it became a demon in my own body. There were times I would have panic attacks, simply because I was too scared to order my own food at lunch. The fear of making people wait, for them to shout at me, for them to bully me ... It all got too much. I couldn't engage with people, something simple like asking what you want for lunch was too much for me. 
The same applied to, putting my hand up to ask the teacher for something, or to answer a question. The fear of people laughing at my request, or the fact that I got an answer wrong was terrifying. 
Throughout year 7 to year 14 I NEVER put my hand up. I was too scared, and to be honest, I'm still terrified, I'm heading to University in September and I don't know if I can shout out the answers. 
Everyday simple actions was a battle for me. Even outside of a school ... I was too anxious to order food, I couldn't buy clothes as I didn't want to talk to the cashier person. Not that I didn't want to, bit I was too scared to. I didn't know how to engage in everyday conversation. 
The people I spoke to were online, I could hide behind a screen and everything was OK. The few physical friends I had were super understating and patient. My best friend Eisha has been a god send, I've been friends with her for 8 years and we have never had an argument or fallen out; I consider her my sister.  
My anxiety was something that developed over time, and was enhanced by a person in which I can't name, these are for legal reasons. 
This person became my boyfriend of which took over my life for 2 years ... He's not in my life anymore (thank God) and these are one of the many reasons why my anxiety and depression got worse. I wish I could go into detail with how and why but I can't. I will briefly explain how he made my anxiety worse. 
First and foremost I knew this person for 6 years, he was considered a really close friend; which is why I decided to make him my boyfriend; as I could trust him.
Slowly he made me feel small and pathetic etc. He did this by crushing my confidence, when I wanted to come out of my shell, for example, buying clothes, he would tell me that they would judge me; they would think I'm weird an strange for shopping there. If I bought items online he would say that I wasted my money, it was a pointless buy etc. This went on for two years. Within those 2 years the depression started to sink in. Having someone telling you are worthless, hurting you emotionally and physically brings you down ... Evidently. 
Again I wish I could go into proper detail, but I can't. 
He was awful and disgusting, so much happened, I don't think I will be able to write about it now, but I will try in a future blog post. 
What I can say, is that he mentally abused me to the point where I thought I couldn't live without him, he would ignore me or days for no reason; I would try and see him and he would call me all the names under the sun. 
As well as this he would give me all the attention and then take it away. He was the cause for my mental breakdowns, to the point where my dad has to rock me to sleep.
My depression was so bad I have tried to commit suicide, I self-harmed, I would not look after myself. I would not eat or drink, I wouldn't talk, I was nothing. 
He took two years of my life, and I'm still trying to get over it ... It's been 3 years since that and I'm still scarred, I'm still not better. 
After everything that he did mentally and physically I still have nightmares, I still have to go to therapy. 
When I can talk about everything, and when I'm ready I will. I just hope that somehow this has helped someone, because you really aren't alone. I was lead to believe that my life wasn't worth living, I hit rock bottom and I'v managed to get on with my life. I passed my AS Levels, I'm heading to University in September. 
If you want me to make a blog post on how I overcome these issues, please let me know. 

Thank you for reading this blog post, sorry that I was late with this post. I was writing it yesterday and I broke into tears. I really hope this helps someone, even if it's just one person.
I love you all so very much, and you are perfect! If you are going though something like this right now, you are not alone! If someone is causing you this pain LEAVE THEM! I did and it was the best decision I have ever made! I didn't think I was strong enough, but I did it! If you have been though so much pain, leaving them won't make it worse, it will only make it better :).
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Wednesday, 22 June 2016

Dentist experience

My fear of the dentist 

Disclaimer: If  you are scared of the dentist, please don't read this! 
Hello and good morning! It's a grey start to the day in the UK, but I'm here writing another blog post for you. I'm going to be sharing, my fear of the dentist and why my fear took over my life. These are true stories of what I'm about to write, it doesn't mean that these will happen to you.
If you can relate to these circumstances, you will be able to understand why I' terrified of the dentist.  

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Brief teeth history:

I was born 3 months premature, this had a huge impact in the growth and development of my teeth. When my baby teeth came through as bruised and oddly shaped. Seeing this as a child is shocking and terrifying. especially when you are comparing your teeth to other children's which are pearly white and pristine. I thought that when my adult teeth would come to play it would be fine. But it wasn't. They also came through as bruised, grey and white, with a hint of yellow discoloration on a few teeth. Not just that, but I had teeth above the gum-line, overcrowding and extra teeth; I looked like a shark, and that was one of the many names I was called. When it came to looking after them I was good for several years, but the bullying got to a point where I thought 'what was the actual point'; I would brush them only once a day, a few days a week. I would lie to my parents about brushing them. This made the trips to the dentist interesting.

Early memories at the dentist:

I don't remember many, but from what my mother has told me. At the age of 3 I would sit in the waiting room and cry, and this was before I had even sat in the chair of doom. She would constantly say, "your teeth need improving, they are dinosaur like". She would be rough with my mouth and make me bleed. My mum would always hold my hand, she would sit here and keep quiet. But this was just the beginning of the dentist. 

Year 6 rolled around, I was 10 years old. I remember walking to the dentist with my mother beside me and I was shaking with nerves. We entered the waiting room, check in, I would sit in the chair and sob silently. As soon as my name was called my heart was in my mouth, tight chest alongside with a burning sensation. I would walk in slowly, little legs trembling. Sitting there in the chair, piercing light in my eye, same witch inspecting my mouth. She would pull vigorously on my mouth, stating that my sisters teeth were perfect, and that mine were "awful" in comparison. As she was checking my mouth with one of the metal tools she slipped and sliced the inside of my cheek. I let a a scream and cried. "Don't fuss". I ended up calming down, after 3 nurses were called into the room. She then said "she needs a filling". Her words hurt more than slicing my cheek, I cried with nerves, thinking that this was going to be the worst pain in the world. The sound of the drill made me numb, I had nurses either side, holding my hand as a shook with fear. She was rushing the entire process, it was extremely painful, and no numbing solution was applied. I was in so much pain, I cried through the entire process, I wanted her to stop and slow down, but she wouldn't. 
This terrible experience was one of the reasons why I was so scared of the dentist. her terrible attitude and lack of care for me was another. And the dentist I attended was unprofessional. For example, the receptionist looked dirty, she wore too much make-up for work, despite her boss telling her to tone it down; as it gave the wrong impression. The waiting room was dull and uncharacteristic, and there was nothing for children to do if they were nervous. 

Year 8, it was similar to other experiences, I would cry on the way there, and have a panic attack when I was called into the room. I was also due to have another filling, I had remembered my other experiences and I was terrified. This time they tried to inject me with local anesthetic, instead of hiding the needle, she showed me what she was about to inject in my mouth, and then said, "stay still or this will hurt terribly". That being said, and she knowing what I'm like, having seen me for 8/9 years she still continued to scare me. I cried hysterically, and she told me to "don't be so stupid". When she put the needle in, 3 nurses again had to hold me down, I shut my eyes as tight as I could and waited for it to be over. Fast forward to her drilling, the sound of the drill bought me back to my various traumatic experiences in the chair. I started to panic, and then stopped breathing as it made it easier for the dentist to do her job. Me being as still as possible, she moves and misses my tooth, she drills my tongue! MY TONGUE! She was drilling my top teeth, I was being still and she moved towards my tongue...
At first I was numb, a few moments later the burning sensation started emerging, I put my hand below my mouth and it was covered in blood. I screamed and tried to move out of the room. The nurses held me down and said "it will be over soon", my dentist said in a lighthearted voice, "ops, how clumsy of me". After getting me to calm down she continued doing what she was doing. I was sobbing in the chair looking at my mum and saying that I want it to be done and over with. 

Year 10, I was 15 at this point, and I was booked in for another filling, this is because my teeth were so weak I needed artificial support. You would think that with age I would become braver, but my fear of the dentist didn't fade. I still had my mum with me, talking to her calms down my nerves but hearing my name being called into that room sets me off and makes me panic. All the flashbacks of what's happened previously put me on edge. Again I walk in slowly, with small shaky legs. Sitting in the chair, bright lights in my face. Preparing what's about to happen, 3 nurses are there holding my legs and rubbing them to calm me down, another nurse beside me holding my hand, and my mum holding my other hand. The dentist says, "you are making such a fuss you silly little girl" and then tuts. A burning sensation exerts through my body, I was so upset and embarrassed; but this was her fault for why I felt like this in the first place. She started drilling my tooth, I was complain like the previous experiences, and yet again I stopped breathing. She then move and drills the back of the wrong tooth! I scream in pain and begin to cry. The experience was over. A few weeks pass and a throbbing pain starts to settle in, it gets worse over time. Because the dentist had drilled the back of the wrong tooth I couldn't brush it properly which caused a mass amount of infection. I was in the worst amount of pain, apart from suffering with severe IBS, but that's another story.  I went to the dentist with my mum again, I was not prepared for the amount of pain I was about to endure. I went into the consulting room, and my mum had said that this was her fault, she then said "if you daughters teeth weren't so misplaced I could have done my job properly". That was a tense atmosphere. She then said, "that tooth is coming out". I puked. I was terrified, I cried like I haven't cried before. I was shaking to the point where it was scaring my mum. They had to have a total of 4 nurses and the receptionist to calm me down. They injected me with the local anesthetic, she said if I could feel anything, and I could. She gave me 3 more doses, at that point she couldn't give me anymore because it was against the policy and the law. But I felt everything. I felt the clamp ripping my tooth, I told her to stop but she didn't. She ignored my duty of care and continued. The nurses as to hold me down, I was gripping the receptionist hands so tight I made her bleed. Their was a contrast wiggle and pull for 5 minutes. I was screaming, crying and having a panic attack. I felt my root leave my mouth. From then onward everything was numb, I was in so much pain I passed out. I remember waking up and holding my chin and I was COVERED in blood. I was told that this was not normal to loose that amount of blood. I started to panic, but I was so weak, the witch told me to "be silent". She shoved a cotton bud in the whole and pushed hard, and then said "sorry"; and then smiled. 

To this current day I am still scared of the dentist, I haven't been in 1 year 6 months as I have been getting my teeth checked at the orthodontist. But I have an appointment soon and I'm dreading it. Although I have a new dentist, as the other one was fired, or as she said "she's going away". But she's been "away" for quite some time. He's a nice dentist, but I'm still trumatised with what has happened. These aren't all the stories, these are just 3 out of the many horror stories 
This was just my experience with the dentist, my sister had NO trouble what so ever, and neither did my mum. It was only ME. I feel that she done this on purpose as she hated my teeth and wanted me to feel bad. 
This does not happen to everyone, this was just my experience, the people I have spoken to this has NEVER happened to them. The more people I spoke to, the more publicity this dentist got until she was actually fired. 

Thank you for reading this post, it was a very hard one for me to make, as it gives me subtle flashbacks of the traumatic experiences. Hopefully on my next appointment I won't be so sacred, as I'm 19 and been through a lot worse with my orthodontic treatment. 
Thank you for reading this post, if you are going through this then I hope this helps you because you aren't alone. It does get better in the end, I'm still hoping that my end is near :).
I hope you are all well, and if you need to ask me any questions email me or leave a comment down below :) 

Stay tuned Little ones, see you soon :) x x x