This is what it's like. I can't speak for everyone, because I only know my own experience... but being a student with anxiety and depression is hard. I mean, there are definitely benefits, like no one's really going to question it if you spent all day in bed or if all you're eating...
I know, right? What a great title. So short, so catchy, so succinct, so to the point. I haven't written much about moving back to London, because it wasn't really an especially easy transition. One reason for this is because I low-key hate London. I hate how many people there are, I hate...
The title kind of rhymes... like it kind of works, right? Whatever, you didn't come here for the cool title, you came here for the juicy cancer gossip. Don't worry, I got you. So, here it is: Prom. No one enjoys their prom, right? I mean we're all disappointed at the end and...
Okay - I admit it - I'm an idiot. Hardly news, and yeah I know I'm not literally an idiot - I was an A grade student through most of school and now I study at one of the top... idk 25? 30? universities in the world - so yeah, I know, I...
Okay, so I actually wrote this post three weeks after I came home from six-ish months in America... so like, July sometime, I guess. I decided to post it now because clearly I wasn't in the state to post it at the time, or probably even think about it the next morning -...
(Okay, so I spilled soy sauce on one of them and also the pharmacist spelled my name "JAMIMA", proving that even when I take measures to make myself better and follow my doctors advice, I am still a mess.) May is Mental Health Awareness month and I have never been more aware of...
The few weeks after my first hospital appointment were weird. There wasn't much I could do, it can take a few weeks to be diagnosed, so I just went to school and acted normal - okay, not normal, I was a complete weirdo at school, but I just carried on with my life....
