Onwards with optimism!

Two and a half months since my diagnosis and I feel like I'm starting to become more and more like my old self every day. Everything looks a little brighter, and in spite of the harsh winter weather, I rarely feel cold and lifeless anymore. This blog is kind of like a form of therapy for me. I suppose most writing is. This is where I'm completely unedited though, where I have total free reign to make mistakes, where I can make typos and that's how people know I'm a real person.

I genuinely feel blessed at this moment in my life. I have the most amazing people surrounding me, the nicest, kindest people that I could ever ask for. I've said in the past that they make the world a little less dark, but really, they make the world a little brighter. I maintain that the world can be a dark place, a hard place to be, but there are places you can find, people that you can find, things that you can do to keep it a little brighter than you could have thought.

The thing with writing is that inspiration rarely hits me until the wee hours, or at least, very late at night. It's a challenge for me to keep this blog going, but I'm still doing it, because I really want to help other people with it, not just myself. My job at The Student Review keeps me sane sometimes. In spite of the fact that it drives me crazy having to come up with things to write about, I love doing it. It's a challenge. Seeing a pattern? For some crazy reason, and god only knows why, I love doing things that are difficult for me, challenging for me. I suppose it makes me feel a little stronger. It's that sense of achievement.

As well as that, I do work alongside some pretty brilliant people on TSR. I don't think I'll ever regret taking that up. I'm bloody grateful to have been able to be a part of it. I wrote an info/article piece about PCOS for The Student Review, and I feel a little better about myself because I've been able to do that. I know that there are people that have read that, and just knowing that people are a little more informed makes me a little happier.

I suppose everything seems to be travelling a little more smoothly now. Things are settling down, and I'm finding time to do things that I didn't want to do when I was on the bad pills. I love helping people, making people smile, making things a little clearer for them, which is why I have my Advice column (if you have any questions feel free to get in touch). I feel more optimistic now because I am happier. I am steadier, and I have pushed through what I needed to push through. Strangely it was before my diagnosis that I was at my worst. You think you've hit rock bottom, but you have much further to sink. My diagnosis acted as something of a liberation for me. Although I'm still not completely at peace with it, I think that some day, maybe soon, I will be.

AJ