MND/ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

Today I finally completed my ALS/MND Ice Bucket Challenge, this really got me thinking about all those who sadly do not lead normal lives due to health problems. I all of a sudden felt very proud of myself and all those out there who took part in the ice bucket challenge with the hope that they donated money to either MNDA which is found at http://www.mndassociation.org/get-involved/donations or texting ICED55 to 70070 to donate £5 to Motor Neurone Disease Association in the UK. However, in America you can donate to the Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis Association at http://www.alsa.org/donate/ both charities are aiming for a world without ALS/MND. They aim to fund research into this horrible life ending disease and do a huge amount of work to receive this funding, however the craze of the ice bucket challenge has allowed this funding to come in thick and fast.

Luckily it has never affected myself or anyone I know but I am deeply sorry to those that it has, you will be forever in our thoughts. I hope I see a day when MND/ALS stops taking victims. Thank you for reading this post! Feel free to donate and not do the challenge but I nominate you all!!

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Things change

As I write this I’m on my way to Glasgow to meet my friend from Stirling hoping to make a friend before I move, but I can’t help but feel that this transaction from child to adult, school to university, has been a bit too easy for me. I put this down to a number of reasons.

For my last year of school I moved school due to horrible bullying at the school I had been at for five years, sadly this was not from strangers but people I called my friends. I’ve never been one to make friends easily due to my brutally honest personality and this lead to horrible bullying from the people who I trusted the most.
The move to the new school was an easy one due to the fact I had my best friend there however, I found things difficult there also as everyone had their groups and I moved in once these were extremely strong. This in turn has left me with one friend to say goodbye to when I move to university however, she is only one hour away, and we can FaceTime if we get lonely and I have no doubts about our friendship will continue throughout university.

Another reason for the ease of transition to university is due to the difficulties in my last relationship leaving me with a feeling of wanting to escape the place I live. I have felt this way for years however now I have something to push me from this place. I feel university will be a place to allow me to find myself and to recreate myself.

Basically I’m looking forward to my next chapter and in my opinion summer can’t end soon enough.

My sequel

For me I’d always known I was going to university, from the age of seven, but now with it being just a few weeks away the sudden reality has hit me. I’m soon to be a uni student and to be honest that really scares me, but why?

Exam pressures didn’t exist for me as I got an unconditional offer into my first choice university, this therefore lead to a relaxed attitude about my exams and the results day, however, I stayed up till 3 in the morning to get my results by text. This had become somewhat of a ritual in my house for me to stay up to get my results, despite having an unconditional I still had a horrendous feeling when I saw a C looming. (I got ABBC)

It could’ve been the worry of meeting new people you might think? Nope. I’ve spoken to a few of my flatmates thanks to a Facebook group for both freshers at my university and an accommodation group. I have already made some amazing friends and some amazing plans so that no longer phases me, it’s more of an excitement than anything else. However I do need to move out to go to university so could it be that?

My answer, yes! My mum and myself have always been very close and throughout my childhood it was just her and myself in the house, she was my only true best friend. She has constantly stood by me through my stupidity (which was quite often) and better times. She’s loved me unconditionally through my mental health problems and my abusive relationship. She’s been my rock and now I worry that I’ll lose those movie nights and baking days and wrestling matches, I know I need to grow up but surely it’s normal to want a cuddle from your mummy from time to time?

Another reason I’m feeling stressed is due to the fact that my best friend who I’ve been almost inseparable from for over 16 years is also moving away, so now instead of living a 30 minute drive away she’s over two and a half hours away! I honestly don’t know how I’ll cope without her, to me she’s my only true friend and the thought of drifting really scares me! I know I’ll make new friends but I’ll never be able to reminisce about my 5th birthday party or the day her sister was born?!

I know I’m still terrified but I am excited at the same time! For me I’m calling this my sequel because the story hasn’t ended yet!