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The past 3 years...

So I'm Natasha, I'm 20 and I'm from Huddersfield. I have a mad obsession for films (mainly Harry Potter and The Hunger Games) acting and accents. I hate bridges, speeches and anything that makes me cringe really.

Up until 3 years ago my life was pretty normal. I was in my final year at college studying Textiles, Media Studies and Photography A Level. I never enjoyed college, I always despised the thought of going and then when I finally got there I could understand why. It was so much different from school and the fact that my closest friends went to a different college (I wanted to study the less 'academic' subjects) didn't help. I was also bullied throughout both years of college which was similar to school but I suppose I stupidly thought that everyone would have grown up in college. 

After Christmas 2010 I was off college for a total of 6 weeks with suspected Glandular Fever. Since then I have never felt 'normal' again. The aches and pains like what you would have with a Fever or Flu never seemed to leave and gradually got worse and worse. I managed to finished my A Levels with 3 C's which unfortunately wasn't my predicted grades but I did get a place at Manchester Met Uni studying Fashion Buying. I only managed two weeks there, if that. 

After 9 months in and out of the doctors and tests at the hospital I was finally diagnosed with M.E/CFS and Fibromyalgia. It was a great feeling knowing what it finally was, after being embarrassed for months and being accused TWICE of having STD's even though I did go along and get tested to prove they were wrong. I was never asked about my personal life they just assumed. 

After all the strain of doctors, tests, not being believed, being accused of this, that and the other I have since suffered from depression and anxiety. I found life hard and too much some days, I still go to bed at night dreading waking up and having to deal with everything every day. I have come to realize that there is no cure for this but they're ways of making things that little bit bearable.  

I've started this blog not only to tell you about my life and living with this horrible illness but also if you want to ask any questions and i'll answer them in the next blog or have an advice for me at all. I'll hopefully be able to give my opinion on M.E/CFS and Fibromyalgia and let you know what treatments I have tried and if anything has helped at all. 

Natasha xo

p.s. I'll upload photos next time :)


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