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Kiss Me I’m A March Girl Or Irish Or Drunk On Whatever Shirt

My tummy started to grow, I would unzip the top of my skirt so it would fit. I’d pull down my baggy jumper over the bump, no one would know and Kiss Me I’m A March Girl Or Irish Or Drunk On Whatever Shirt. I carried on in secrecy and I acted exactly the same. I was still doing front flips in gymnastics, playing dodge ball, running around. I could tell that my hormones were spiralling. I was still going through puberty, in fact I only had my period for about two years at that stage so I still had a long way to go. I was stressed. I was moody. I was scared. I was angry. I didn’t know how I would do it as I had so many plans of what I wanted to do with my life.

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I was stressing over the price of nappies, I read in magazines the amount you would go through in a week. But birth didn’t scare me. Kiss Me I’m A March Girl Or Irish Or Drunk On Whatever Shirt! I loved having a baby in my tummy, it felt just right and the maternal instinct kicked in straight away. I was going to be a Mum so I nicknamed the baby Holly. The love was completely and utterly there. Bare in mind, it was still a secret. Added stress was being toppled on from teachers about the upcoming exams. The stress of peer pressure, friendship groups, bullies and trying to fit in. I was moody from puberty so I would cause drama in the house and upset my family. I was confused and felt lost.

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Aside from all that was my mental health. I had severe depression for about 4 years, I had been to counselling many times but I was stuck in a bad place. Kiss Me I’m A March Girl Or Irish Or Drunk On Whatever Shirt! I had been self harming for quite some time and attempted suicide. I remember being on my knees praying, praying so so hard and begging for help and guidance of what I should do. I was patient, patient for months. The note was ready. I wrote it out on a red piece of card, my secrets. My heart ached, it was broken… broken into a million little pieces. I remember the tears pouring from my eyes and the feeling of being limp and stuck for air, thinking this is it.