Took part in an ensemble piece for xoJane UK, about what we’re all proud of.
I’m proud that I overcame
- severe panic disorder
- being an unbearable sloane
One night when I was 21 I went to bed outgoing and sociable (and probably hungover), and woke up the next morning housebound. Suddenly, I couldn’t go anywhere without having panic attacks so severe that I’d faint.
Two years and a lot of hard work later, I got better. Then I relapsed. Then I got better. Then I got glandular fever. Then I moved to London.
My point is, I may leave the house some days still carrying a mug of coffee and a wet toothbrush, but at least I leave it. Also, I no longer say ‘eaukay’ or ‘yah’. Life is a journey, you guys.