Growing up over the past few years has been harder than I'd ever expected, in ways I had never thought would be a problem. Nearing the end of my teenage years, I just want to be happy, however that may be.
I am my own worst enemy, in comparing myself to others I cause myself more issues than necessary.Yes Iam not slim like I was at 15, I am not in love like my 17 year old brother, I am not amazing like my mum. I'm just me, no matter how hard I may try, I will never be anyone else but myself and I believe trusting that will make me much happier.

But I have done things over the past few years that make me incredibly  proud of myself.I have overcome anorexia, with the help of my family, but also binge eating disorder, all on my own without any help from anyone else. I am at Durham university, one of the best in the country. Yet I seem to forget these massive accomplishments in concentrating on less important issues. I care too much about what other people think of me.

This blog is to be my journal, however rarely I post, I want to look back on it to see my journey into adulthood in years to come.
To whoever may read it, thank you 😊

Lots of love
CA xx