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Online Romance.

I apologise now for the length of this post. But it is about something very personal to me and something that I have experienced and feel the need to share.

For most of my teenage years I had several blogs on the well known site, Tumblr. It was my way of expressing myself, venting and letting things out, and it helped me through a very dark place in my life. I met lots of different people during the years I had my blog, and I made lots of friendships that I still have today. Not long into my exploration of this website, I met someone online who I just clicked with instantly. Let’s call him Mike. Mike started talking to me one day after I published a particularly emotional blog post, I was probably around 16 at this point by the way whilst he was 23, and it was as if he just got me. He listened and let me go on about my depression, my struggles at school, with my family. I really poured my heart out to this guy. After a while, we ended up exchanging numbers and skype details. It got to the point where we talked all day, every day. We skyped and video chatted nearly every day (this was before snapchat was around and really took off), he became my rock and as you can imagine I fell head over heels for this guy. It didn’t matter that we were thousands of miles apart, it didn’t matter that we physically hadn’t met each other. Mike knew all my darkest secrets and my deepest desires, he knew my flaws and my imperfections, he was there for me at 3am when I needed somebody. He really was my everything.
We spoke about our future and the possibility of me flying out to see him one day once school was over. I had spoken to his best friend, a girl called Alice, many times and she would always say how he never shut up about me, that he loved me so much, that she could see us truly being together in the future. He made me feel special, and loved, and safe, and free.

And this went on for nearly three years.

Anyway, fast forward three years and school is over, I’ve had one serious boyfriend, who Mike knew about and was always supportive of, saying that he didn’t care how long he had to wait for me, and that he understood because I was young, I had a life to life and we were so far away from each other. He was there for me with all my ups and downs with this guy, and believe me there were many, and when that relationship was over I found my way back to Mike and all the feelings, which had never really gone away,  came flooding back, and we were closer than ever. I had a job and I was studying full time doing hairdressing. The subject of me going to stay with him was often discussed, and we were so serious about it, about each other, that I was saving up for flights to go and see him.

Not long after I turned 19, facebook had become very popular. Even though we skyped, and video called and phone called each other all the time, I didn’t have Mike on facebook. In a typical teenage girl way, I decided to try and find Mike on facebook, which I did fairly quickly. And what I found shook me to my core.
Splashed across his profile were posts and pictures from a girl called Iris. It appeared that they had been in a relationship with each other for a very long time, longer than Mike and I had known each other. I was heartbroken to say the least.
Initially I didn’t say anything to Mike.  I was so confused by the entire situation that I just didn’t know what to do. And in a situation like that, it’s hard to know what is the right thing to do. Did I call him out? Did I just stop talking to him? Did I go and tell his girlfriend everything? And how could I survive without somebody who was an integral part of my life, who I had given everything to?

A couple of weeks went by and I managed to get a skype session with Mikes best friend, Alice, who I had come to know quite well (she definitely was just his friend). I ended up telling her everything that I had found out, and asking her what she thought that I should do. She admitted to me that Mike had been in a relationship with this Iris for several years, but that he didn’t love her and that he only stayed with her because she was incredibly emotionally unstable, and had tried to commit suicide in the past, and he was frightened that she would do it again if he broke up with her. She went on to say that Mike really did love me and that she hoped that I could give him a chance and wait for him like he had once waited for me. I begged her not to say anything until I had made up my mind and to her credit she kept her word.

I ended up approaching Mike about it a few days later over skype, and I just completely broke down. He didn’t deny any of it, but his story was similar to that of Alice, and he claimed that Iris had been obsessed with him for years. He claimed that he had tried to break up with her in the past, and that she had refused to accept it and would just show up at his house randomly, call and text him constantly, and was extremely unstable. He begged me not to go to her because of this, and so reluctantly I didn’t say anything.

However I ultimately decided, after weeks of fighting with myself and my emotions, that I couldn’t continue on doing this, and that I could no longer trust Mike or trust in our future. I deleted my Tumblr, my skype, and I changed my number. It was the only way I could keep myself together and make sure that I didn’t run back to him.

And so here we are today, several years on. I’m in a committed relationship, I have a toddler, I am happy. So the reason I told that story was because I decided to make a new Tumblr earlier this year. I still had lots of online friends I had met with my first account that I still talked to and was close to, and I felt like I needed another outlet to be able to let everything out and express myself. A few days ago, I started thinking about Mike for whatever reason. I wondered if he still had his blog, and I was extremely curious. I decided to look him up, and what would you know, there he was. Same account, same blog, same Mike. And of course…. same Iris. I had a little look around, satisfied my curiosity.

But then something caught my attention. A post from a random girl about Mike. There was no date on this post, so I have no idea when it was from.  But she was basically gushing about this guy called Mike that she had met online, who she thought she was falling for, her made her feel so special, and so on. Now, as I said before there was no time stamp on this post, but seeing it just made me sick, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.
Was this from when Mike and I were ‘together’? Was it from after? Does that mean that he is at it again with some other poor, unsuspecting girl? And does this mean that he had ever told the truth, that what we had together had ever meant anything? Was I just one of a whole saga of girls? And should I do anything about it?

Now more than ever I wish that I had confronted Mike properly, and that I had gone to Iris and told her the truth. That I had exposed him for what he really was, a liar and a cheat, someone who took advantage of young girls on the internet and played on their feelings. And someone who had clearly gotten away with this for years.

I think one of the big questions I have is why? Why are there people in this world who sneak around, and tell lies, and manipulate feelings? Why do people do things like this? Why did I become a target to him? And why is he still doing this?

I’m not sure I’ll ever know. But now I feel compelled to do something, I’m just not sure if I should.

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Reaching out for help.

My dad recently spoke to me about an old family friend of ours, who has two daughters a few years younger than myself. I was never particularly close to them, though we were often thrown together by default as a result of our parents getting together regularly. Don’t get me wrong, they were nice enough girls, but I was at the angsty stage of the early teens and they were both younger.

Anyway, fast forward to now, and my dad has told me that his friends two daughters are going through a very rough time, one of them has an eating disorder that has caused her to be hospitalised several times and the other is self harming and has attempted suicide. I haven’t seen either of these girls for several years now, and I remember them to be carefree, happy kids. It breaks my heart that they are both suffering with mental illness.

My dad has told me that our family friend has asked me if I would have a talk with his daughters. I was a little taken aback being asked this, even though our two families go back a long time, having never been close to his daughters I wasn’t sure it was my place to talk to them. I mean, I have been through a lot of stuff in my life, and I’ve been to some really dark places and luckily I made it out the other side.

But I’m still a bit afraid to talk to them. What if I say the wrong thing? What if it makes them feel worse? What if they just don’t want to listen?

But on the other hand, what if I really could help these girls? I am in no ways a professional or qualified to give any advice or anything like that, but it might help them to know that they aren’t alone and that there’s someone, other than their parents, who care for them and who are there for them and who they can confide in, no strings attached?

I’m not sure. What would you guys do?

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Anxiety pt1

Lots of people who struggle with anxiety, depression and other mental health issues feel as though they have felt this way for a long time, or cannot remember feeling any other way. It’s often hard to pinpoint when it began or how it even started.

Personally, I vividly remember being 8 years old, lying in bed one night and experiencing a terrible panic attack that would lead to many more throughout the years.

In my young brain, I had absolutely no idea what was happening, why I was feeling this way or how to explain it. I remember waking up one night with a feeling of intense fear, and I couldn’t breathe. It felt as though my throat had closed up, or that there was something large and obstructive lodged there, stopping any air getting through. I recall lying in my purple pajamas gasping for air and thinking that I was going to suffocate and die.

These attacks happened periodically over the next few weeks and months. I kept quiet about it though, for even in my 8 year old brain I knew that what was happening to me was not normal, and I was afraid that as a child, nobody would take me seriously. I likened it to the period of time when I was convinced that there was an Ancient Egyptian mummy in my wardrobe, using it as a sarcophagus and plotting to get me in the night as I slept. I had confessed my fears to my parents and both had assured me that I was being ridiculous, and that there was nothing there. I didn’t want to be made to feel foolish again.

And so I silently suffered for years with panic attacks in the dark of the night. These reached a peak when I was around 11, and my parents told myself and my younger brother that we would be moving. Not only moving house, but moving countries! This created a renewed sense of anxiety and helplessness within me. Not only was the prospect of moving incredibly daunting, but I would be leaving all of my family and friends behind to start a new life with my parents and brother in a strange new place.

Again, I remember being told not to worry and not to be silly, and that we were headed on a great-and-not-scary-at-all-adventure. But on the inside I was terrified. My internalised fear brought on an entirely new onslaught of anxiety and panic attacks that would usually happen at night. I would go to bed every night dreading the moment that I would wake, unable to move and unable to breathe.

I definitely believe that this was the start or at least the first manifestation of what I would learn at age 15 as generalised anxiety disorder and later at age 17 as bipolar disorder. I firmly believe that this is something that I have carried with me for most if not all of my life.

Anxiety, depression, and mental illnesses are a huge burden that affect so many different people for different reasons, and at different points of their life. Whatever age or stage of your life, whatever your situation, IT IS OKAY to ask for help. Too many of us feel afraid to reach out, and end up suffering in silence. Please, if you’re reading this, stay strong. If you’ve stuck with me for this long, don’t be afraid to ask for help, don’t be afraid to say you’re not okay. And don’t be afraid to share your story. Thanks for reading.