When you look back on your teenage years, you usually have the memories of parties, being social with friends, planning future career ideas, finding your way through puberty…
I remember illness.
I was forced to grow up quickly, at a young age.
While my friends were having their birthday parties, I was at home on the floor; crouched in a ball with my mum trying to feed me Parachoc through my wails.
While everyone began working their first jobs, I was in an Adolescent Clinic for sufferers of Eating Disorders.
During Graduation, I had Glandular Fever and was bedridden.
My first year of university had many absences, as I was diagnosed with Grade II Reflux Oesophagitis.
Depression was, inevitable.