Mental Health and Education: BELIEVE ME, you're not alone.

TRIGGER WARNING: mental illness, anxiety, depression, alcohol

On the 17th March 2019, I popped up a post on my instagram story basically saying "I'm writing a blog on mental health in the education system, let me know if you have anything to say", from this I had dozens of replies from friends, family and people who just wanted to share their story. Honestly, I was taken back by everyone's input and I really want to do everything you guys have said to me in confidence justice.

Anyone who has ever met me, or has been to this blog before knows my story, so I'll keep this as short and sweet as possible. Set the scene, you've spent the entirety of your earlier terms of your A2 year putting together your UCAS application for a degree, then waiting on responses and ultimately waiting on results. You study DAMN HARD and hope for the best, only to then decide less than a week before results day that the academic life isn't for you and you want to be more creative... Maybe study a language, or an art... Maybe JAPANESE. Yep, this idiot made a very last minute change from a politics degree, to Japanese. The lovely guy on the phone explained it was a complete beginners course and you didn't need any prior knowledge and that my expected grades were more than enough. Sure enough, results day rolled around and I had success, gaining myself a place at the University of Sheffield to do Japanese Studies. Honestly, I was excited.

For a number of reasons, my mental health whilst I was in Sheffield was quite possibly the worst it's ever been, yet I did nothing about it. The summer before I had began to spiral but hoped that going to university would somehow miraculously fix this issue. I drank a bottle of wine like it was a meal, either didn't leave bed or didn't go to bed at all. If I wasn't drunk or asleep I was likely to be crying. The worst part was that ultimately, I didn't say a thing until deciding to drop out.
The next year was tough but I went back to University the following academic term at the University of Chester. Politics and History this time (Japanese wasn't for me, shock). My mental illnesses didn't go away, I wish. But I once again learnt what they were to me, and how I could help myself live happily with them. My anxiety became something that made me actively make friends, I joined debate society and fell in love with those losers. They make up most of my good memories, and I knew that even with y anxiety, I was safe around them. Two years later I stood in front of a room of those people and made an speech, that day I was elected President of the society.

This is not to say I'm free from my troubles. But it does get easier, I learnt to know and love myself a little better. I visited wellbeing teams when lectures became overwhelming and I have counselling for when my thoughts are stronger than my motivation. I became proactive about my mental health. It took time, but university and education can be hard at the best of times. Sometimes I forget to wash my hair, never mind listening to a self care podcast. But little by little you can piece together what works for you.

It was astounding to hear how many of stories sounded so similar to mine. Especially the fact we all felt so alone in them. There was something so concerning about how much pressure was put on young people going into university or college. So many people mentioned the aspect of just "hoping it'd fix itself" before they rocked up on campus. Wishing for the experience that they saw in films and tv shows, when in reality things don't always work out that way. Long hours in your room with your own thoughts is hard. The reality for some looks so much more like "mostly surviving on ramen - noodles literally cooked from the hot water tap in my room because I didn't want to be around my flat mates.". Admitting to yourself that you’re not having a good time is hard enough, let alone to your tutors, doctors or parents who call once a week to hear all the amazing memories you’re supposed to be making But the hardest part is moving past the idea that this wasn't going to be the mind blowing, crazy experience you expected it to be. No matter how drunk you are.

This broke my heart, so so many of the messages I received talked about turning to alcohol to handle their issues. I know it's the first thing I did, and I see it in so many others, even now. It's something that once you start you can't stop, a friend of mine explained that a combination of overwhelming academic pressure and social stress meant that he "started drinking every night because it made [him] feel alright, now 4 years deep and [he] still drinks most nights to cope". I didn't even realise I was doing it myself until I was on facetime to my friends back home and one of them pointed out I had finished a bottle of wine on my own whilst chatting, on a Tuesday evening. From heavy nights out to study sessions with pals and a bottle of wine and possibly the main good memories we have from university could be drunk ones... it’s easy to cling to that. But one drink with friends easily turns to a bottle alone and that makes it so much harder to go without. It’s scary, but it’s something you can come back from.

I don’t want to make this a horror story about mental illness in students. Because whilst it is happening, the most worrying thing to me is how alone people feel in their stories. When almost everyone I know will know someone else who has a story like mine. University can be exhausting and challenging, socially, physically and mentally. But it doesn’t have to be something you deal with alone. Recently enough, I held a talk with my Labour Student Society at the University of Chester on mental health on campus, I can’t tell you how much that session opened my eyes to what a simple conversation can do. We sat there for the best part of two hours as likeminded people who saw the benefit of sharing, with that we realised that what we are going through doesn’t have to be a shameful thing, but simply another thing in your life that you will work to overcome. I left that talk surprisingly chipper and I’ve been wanting to write this blog ever since. It encouraged me to have these conversations as often as appropriate, and they’ve been received with open arms by most.

So whilst yes, the stories of neglectful departments who are unsupportive of you in you times of need and doctors who just don’t seem to get it are more than true and unfortunately very possible, there is always going to be someone there for you that will take that first step with you. Whilst you may feel failed in your first few attempts, I beg of you to keep trying and in some cases not take no as an answer. You deserve to be listened to, you deserve better. Be proactive, there are organisations on almost all university campuses or that are active in the area that will be there for you. Whilst they might be under staffed with long waitlist (which absolutely needs to change with help), you are still a priority to them.

So look out for each other. Trust and love yourself and don’t forget that you’re absolutely not alone.

Much love,

Chloe x

Anxiety UK

Charity providing support if you've been diagnosed with an anxiety condition.

Phone: 03444 775 774 (Mon to Fri, 9.30am to 5.30pm)

Website: www.anxietyuk.org.uk

Bipolar UK

A charity helping people living with manic depression or bipolar disorder.

Website: www.bipolaruk.org.uk

CALM

CALM is the Campaign Against Living Miserably, for men aged 15 to 35.

Phone: 0800 58 58 58 (daily, 5pm to midnight)

Website: www.thecalmzone.net

Men's Health Forum

24/7 stress support for men by text, chat and email.

Website: www.menshealthforum.org.uk

Mental Health Foundation

Provides information and support for anyone with mental health problems or learning disabilities.

Website: www.mentalhealth.org.uk

Mind

Promotes the views and needs of people with mental health problems.

Phone: 0300 123 3393 (Mon to Fri, 9am to 6pm)

Website: www.mind.org.uk

No Panic

Voluntary charity offering support for sufferers of panic attacks and obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). Offers a course to help overcome your phobia/OCD. Includes a helpline.

Phone: 0844 967 4848 (daily, 10am to 10pm)

Website: www.nopanic.org.uk

OCD Action

Support for people with OCD. Includes information on treatment and online resources.

Phone: 0845 390 6232 (Mon to Fri, 9.30am to 5pm)

Website: www.ocdaction.org.uk

OCD UK

A charity run by people with OCD, for people with OCD. Includes facts, news and treatments.

Phone: 0845 120 3778 (Mon to Fri, 9am to 5pm)

Website: www.ocduk.org  

PAPYRUS

Young suicide prevention society.

Phone: HOPElineUK 0800 068 4141 (Mon to Fri,10am to 5pm & 7 to 10pm. Weekends 2 to 5pm)

Website: www.papyrus-uk.org

Rethink Mental Illness

Support and advice for people living with mental illness.

Phone: 0300 5000 927 (Mon to Fri, 9.30am to 4pm)

Website: www.rethink.org

Samaritans

Confidential support for people experiencing feelings of distress or despair.

Phone: 116 123 (free 24-hour helpline)

Website: www.samaritans.org.uk

SANE

Emotional support, information and guidance for people affected by mental illness, their families and carers. 

SANEline: 0300 304 7000 (daily, 4.30 to 10.30pm)

Textcare: comfort and care via text message, sent when the person needs it most: http://www.sane.org.uk/textcare

Peer support forum: www.sane.org.uk/supportforum

Website: www.sane.org.uk/support

YoungMinds

Information on child and adolescent mental health. Services for parents and professionals.

Phone: Parents' helpline 0808 802 5544 (Mon to Fri, 9.30am to 4pm)

Website: www.youngminds.org.uk

Abuse (child, sexual, domestic violence)

NSPCC

Children's charity dedicated to ending child abuse and child cruelty. 

Phone: 0800 1111 for Childline for children (24-hour helpline)

0808 800 5000 for adults concerned about a child (24-hour helpline)

Website: www.nspcc.org.uk

Refuge

Advice on dealing with domestic violence.

Phone: 0808 2000 247 (24-hour helpline)

Website: www.refuge.org.uk

Addiction (drugs, alcohol, gambling)

Alcoholics Anonymous

Phone: 0845 769 7555 (24-hour helpline)

Website: www.alcoholics-anonymous.org.uk

Gamblers Anonymous

Website: www.gamblersanonymous.org.uk

Narcotics Anonymous

Phone: 0300 999 1212 (daily 10am to midnight)

Website: www.ukna.org

Should you go/go back to uni?

Firstly, I'm incredibly sorry it's been a while. But I am back and motivated and here to stay. Secondly, I would really really like to thank everyone who replied to my constant begging posts and told me about your university experience (or lack thereof).

I won't really bore you with my original university stint, anyone who has read any of my previous blogs or knows me in person will have heard the disaster that was my first degree. Check out my other blogs if you want to laugh at me. (( http://chloejadethoughts.blogspot.com/2017/09/back-to-uni.html )). But in all seriousness, I went to university the first time around because I felt like I had to, I was never given another option in my mind, University was painted as my amazing, perfect destination... But I wasn't the artist. Even when I dropped out of my first degree, after going to talk to someone about my career options I was basically told there was no good life out there for smart girls like me who drop out of uni. It was scary because I was genuinely afraid of my 'university experience' and the thought of going back repulsed me, but I didn't know if the thought of not having a successful future scared me more.

You watch the films and read online about what university is like. You drink a lot, eat from the pan and don't show up to your 9ams. But honestly, this truly isn't the experience I have had at either of the universities I have attended. At the University of Sheffield, I had amazing housemates, who made my time there worthwhile, and yes we drank quite a bit and yeah we ordered several pizzas. But it was the evenings watching Bake Off, or when we put up the Christmas decorations that comes to mind when I think of being with them. As for Chester, the first year was difficult for me, I am doing a dual-honours degree in Politics and History here, and during my first year, I found it incredibly hard to make friends. I didn't feel like I belonged there at all. I had to work as many hours as possible to be able to afford nice things and that meant I missed out on a lot. If it wasn't for joining debate society, I can honestly say things wouldn't have changed. It must be said that it's not all doom and gloom, you will meet amazing people at university, that could be a friend, a tutor, a co-worker. They will be the people who make your university experience worthwhile, so make sure you make an effort to meet people.

A pal of mine, Abi,  had very similar things to say. She worked a lot and never saw much of friends, it was definitely not what she expected. She said one thing in particular that stood out to me. "Uni is a choice and when I was 17 I didn't realise that I thought everyone had to go. If I'd have known what it was going to be like and all the debt I've acquired for a piece of paper at the end of it, I don't think I would have gone." which can be relatable for a lot of people.

Emily made note that, even if you aren't particularly enjoying it now, doesn't mean you always won't. In first year, she hated who she lived with and didn't really feel like she found a place. Now in second year, things are looking a lot brighter and university is where she wants to be.

I think it is important that schools stop deciding a students future for them. Of course *requested* advice is amazing and helpful but unwanted opinions and heavy expectation is unfair and totally unnecessary. For those going through the education system now, it is almost a given that you are going to be pushed towards university. My best friend was forced to produce an application to university knowing full well they didn't want to go. How does that possibly make sense? My little sister decided generally university isn't for her, she is now studying a hair and beauty course at college and already making money from it. My other best friend is killing it on an accounting course that will bypass the need for university completely. There are THOUSANDS of options for people who don't think university is for them (whether you've tried it or not), don't be scaremongered into thinking there isn't.

My honest and open advice to anyone is:

1. Don't be scared to say you're not ready.
   When I finished college, I hadn't thought about options other than university. I applied to do one of the three subjects I had from a levels and thought that was going to be my decision. I knew that deep down, at the time, I was academically exhausted. I needed time and advice, both things college and expectations don't seem to help with. Take your time, rash decisions get you somewhere you are completely unprepared for and down on yourself.
2. If you're not sure, don't bother.
   Are you just going to uni because you don't know what else to do? Do you actually enjoy this subject? You don't have to know where you are going with it, you just have to know that you want to spend at least 3 years getting there. Be confident, it'll get you far.
3. University isn't as scary as the memes would lead you to believe, you'll be fine.
   I have some of the best memories ever from my time at uni, even with how awful my academic life was. And whilst I am scared to go back, I'm twice as excited to see what this year has in store for me. The uni meme pages often petrified me because I assumed I'd be out of my depth. Just be prepared, have fun and be honest with the people around you, especially when you need help.

I am by no means trying to make people give up on going to university if that is what they truly want to do. I have had almost 40 people message me with what they loved about university. From the stereotypical image "the best nights out of my life, the embarrassing stories are to die for" to more academic views of "I genuinely feel at home academically here, growing up I was always teased for enjoying this kinda stuff and now it is celebrated". University opens the door to so many different events, opportunities and experiences that you couldn't dream of finding on your own, you speak to individuals who are wise beyond imagination and attend some of the coolest things. It was amazing to see how people felt about university, even with the same city, uni and department people's experiences are vastly different and yours will be too. But that's totally ok. Just make sure it's the experience you actually want not what other people want for you.

Over the next few weeks I'm going to open a forum on thestudentroom, to talk about this kind of thing. I urge people who are already at university, people who have been to university, those thinking of going and those who decided not to alike to join in the conversation and have your say.

20 things I've learnt in my 20 years.

Dear fifteen-year-old Chloe,

I'm sorry that you're not looking out for yourself, or after yourself. I'm sorry that you think that this is what you deserve. You are worth so much more than you think. I'm sorry that the doctors didn't listen. I'm sorry that the school has caused so many problems. I'm sorry that you are feeling the worst you've ever felt right now and I'm especially sorry that you don't know how to deal with these feelings. 

A week ago, I started talking to a friend about being younger and what we wished we would have known. I then opened the question up to people who follow me online to answer "what would you say to your fifteen-year-old self?". The answers definitely varied everything from "I'd tell myself to just shut up", to more genuine answers and even a (trigger warning) "it's coming home".

In my twenty years on this ever decaying planet, I've learned some things that past me could have really made use of. From talking to a few of you, it's clear that you could too. So, without any more ramblings, here are 20 things I've learnt in my life that I wish I'd have known earlier.

1. People don't care as much as you think they do: this one was a revelation that came when I went to college. When all of a sudden people who I would have imagined wouldn't even look me in the eye would sit and chat over a coffee both in leggings and a hoodie. It really was a shock to see that people have their own stuff to worry about and you wearing the same hoodie twice in one week is the last thought on their mind. 
2. Standing up for yourself isn't bitchy: if there is something that isn't sitting right with you, talk it out. It might seem like you're stirring up trouble. But you have to make sure you're absolutely happy with your involvement in anything. Nine times out of ten, you end up saying what other people are thinking anyway. 
3. Reading is cool: honestly soak up all that free reading time you have. The clock seems to go faster when you're older and there often isn't those moments where you can cosy up with a book. It's a perfect relaxation technique, and as crazy as it sounds it really is a fast track to greater enjoyment study and research for later in life. 
4. Listen to your parents: Honestly, with my parents, this was hard to admit. I've always been pretty independent so I genuinely always believe I was right. As cliche as this sounds, they really are just looking out for you.
   
5. Listen to your grandparents: now this one is probably my most important note on this list. It is threefold. First of all, your grandparents have so much unconditional love for you it's insane, they only say things because they believe it's the right thing to say. Secondly, they see enough of your life to know what's going on, but they're not always directly involved, your grandparents are a wonderful outside point of view to refer to. And lastly, aside from their advice and rules, as heartbreaking as it is, they won't be around forever. Listen to their stories and their ramblings, let them show you old photos and teach them how to use Facebook and their new tv and phones. Cherise every moment with them, they're little pieces of wonder you'll never replace. 
   
   
   
6. You don't always have to be strong: Honestly, it's ok to cry. Anywhere, anytime, if you need to let down those barriers, I beg you to do so. Even if you feel like the only person holding things together, this is one time faking it till you make it won't work. You deserve to feel as much as everyone else. 
7. Ask for help: I can't explain how hard this realisation was for me. Asking for help is something I rarely did, and I weirdly took pride in this. From homework to medical help, as hard as it may seem, there is nothing wrong and nothing painful about asking for help. Believe me. 
   
8. Never forget to live in the moment: stop planning, promising yourself things based on what you expect of yourself. There are so many amazing things happening around you right now. 
   
9. There is so much joy in looking at photos: whilst living in the moment is amazing, memories are captured perfectly in a photo. If you get a chance to take a shot without taking away from what is happening, DO IT. They make for an amazing smile on a bad day and you'll hold onto that moment forever in that image. 
   
   
10. Prioritising yourself sometimes isn't selfish: Anyone that knows me will probably tell you I'm a mum friend and overall a very maternal person. I love looking after others and will do everything in my power to help make people's lives just that little bit easier. But sometimes I forget about my own stuff. Taking some time to just put yourself first is not selfish and is sensible. How are you meant to be there for others if you're not the best version of yourself?
11. Have house parties whilst you can: a little more lighthearted but nightclubs are shit and house parties are ace and the availability of those when you get old enough to go out are slim to none. Live your best life every chance you get and house party it up.
12. You don't have to have it all together, nobody else does: looking around you at any age you can feel as though everyone else has it all planned. They know how to pass that exam or what they are gonna do with their life. Yea,h some people are better prepared than others, but as long as you are happy and still trying you're doing great. Nobody has their shit together. You're fine. 
    
13. Don't be ashamed of a bargain: don't spend money on things you are never gonna use. It may look cool, but you're gonna spend most of your early adult life strapped for cash and if you can get a bargain, DO IT. Ain't no shame in value for money.  
14. Learn how to cook from family, not from recipes: I don't know if this is just me but recipes just don't materialise in something that is actually good. I'm academically minded so usually reading stuff and recreating it is my shit, but when it comes to cooking it's a no from me. Spend some time with the better cooks in your family, cook with them and see what they do, their little spins on meals that make them taste so good. Family time and life skills in one. Nailed it. 
15. Buy a slow-cooker: Again this may just be me, but after coming home from a late shift at work or uni, I don't even wanna think about cooking. That's when takeaway becomes tempting, and that's when you start to get fat and unhealthy (it's a slippery slope I've lived and regretted). My mind was absolutely blown when I realised it wasn't just stew and soup you could stick in the pot. If it was up to me I'd never use my oven again. I'm a slow cooker advocate through and through, it's just so handy.
16. Trust yourself: nobody knows you better than you do. Whilst, like I have already mentioned you should listen to your parents and grandparents, all of the decisions you make as you grow older are yours to make. Some of them are much harder than others and what might seem like the wrong decision to everyone else may seem like the best or only decision to you. It's your life and you have to live with the decision you make, not them.
17. Be honest, there's no point in living a lie: there are times in my life I've lived in little lies and I've often pushed an idealised version of myself. At the end of the day, the people you care about most, those who care about you most, will know the truth and deserve to.
18. It's ok to fail: damn this one hit me in the face like a bitch slap on steroids. As my earlier blogs have shown, in my early life I was PETRIFIED to fail, so much so that I either pushed myself too hard at the things I knew I was pretty good at or completely avoided those things I knew there was a possibility things would go bad. Failure really isn't that big of a deal, it often just gets you closer to definite success. Coming to terms with failure is the first sign that you will be successful. 
19. Your friends are as much your family as anyone: They are there through all the same things and hopefully will be around for everything to come. Treat them well and don't forget to keep in touch in times when they're not around the way you're used to them being. 
    
20. There is nothing wrong with baby steps: this is my absolutely lasting message. It's something I wish I'd have known from like age ten and want to remember for the rest of my life. Life is not a race and every small victory is still very much a victory. There is no time limit to your goals, let yourself be brave in your own time. 

I'd love to hear if you resonated with any of the things I have learnt or there is anything you think I should know about life going forward. I really appreciate all the answers that people gave to my Instagram and Facebook questions, they went into the list I created in many ways. Our fifteen-year-old selves should be proud of the people we have become, even if it wasn't what they were expecting. 

I want to be more active on here again moving into summer and my second year of university. I'm always open to ideas and if anyone wants in on a blog project I've had some thoughts. 

Until next time.

Much love, 

~ Chloe x

How to get the summer body you've always dreamed of!

I have written and rewritten this blog a thousand times since I began writing blogs at all, but from looking around me recently I am just sick of hearing people not doing what they want to do because they are self concious about the way they look. With summer coming up, the body poitivity movement needs to be stronger than ever. You deserve to not feel like you have to worry about your tummy rolls or untone arms when you're just trying to have a good day.

These are all photos I have take in the past 2 years, and in looking at each of them I saw only flaws but presented a positive and honestly fake body positive outlook of them online. I’d fallen into an incredibly unhealthy relationship with food and it showed in how I saw myself. My weight went up and down and I never saw anything but how awful I looked.

 And girl, in most of these I looked DAMN FINE!! I wish I still looked like that now but I am also glad that I can see the value of my body over how much I weigh or a little bit (or a lot a bit) of jiggle.

I'm the first person every day to notice my body's flaws, probably not the last, but first place is reserved for me. My whole life, I have never been confident about the way I look. Through high school, I was a round, large breasted, awkward teen who never really mastered makeup and not much has changed to this day.

I have spent too long breathing in and strategically standing in photos, when I could just enjoy myself. Losing such amazing moments to thoughts about losing weight is so pointless and so depressing. I by no mean like the way my body looks, my weight goes up and down like a yo-yo and yet I am forever squishy, but that doesn't mean I don't deserve to enjoy myself.

The main difference between me then and me now? Now, I am the person who controls how I feel about my body and me alone. And whilst I'm never going to stop trying to be the best version of me, I'm also very adamant to be in love with me as I am at present. I mean just look at these photos from the past year or so.

Every single person I have ever met at some point in their life has had at least some form of body confidence issues, male, female, young, old, big or small it is something we really struggle with, it can also lead down a much more difficult road. Body dysmorphia is very real in many forms, and from this stems eating disorders (of all types), depression and in some cases even suicidal thoughts. In a world where looks are deemed so important it is too easy to become obsessed with how your flaws. With every reality TV star trying to flog you "skinny teas" and "appetite suppressant lollipops" makes you think to be hungry is a bad thing. You know what tastes AND feels better than going hungry. EATING!

There is absolutely nothing wrong with feeling good about your body, whatever it looks like. As long as you're physically healthy and happy. Not one other thing matters. And before all the health scare worriers start saying I am promoting obesity, first of all, go fuck yourself. Secondly, there is such thing as eating well and fully without cutting out meals and detoxing all of the fun out of your diet.

Diets are never going to solve your problems, by all means, change your eating habits to engage with a healthier lifestyle. But fad diets and constantly looking for a quick fix will only promote an unhealthy attitude towards yourself that you really don't deserve. And as summer comes along, and you want to pop on that bikini and tan? Or jump in the pool with your pals? Or even just to take your kids swimming? DO IT. Take control of the fact that your body IS a bikini body. Guys, worried about taking your top off at the beach? Not sure about your arms? You do you boy, get your belly out and forget about it, you'll regret not getting involved more than you would regret someone having to see you with your shirt off.

ALL people deserve to feel positive about their body. Nobody should feel ashamed of the way they look. And if people are trying to change, as long as their doing it for themselves in a safe and healthy way, hell yeah I support it.



Be kind to each other this summer, respect each other's insecurities. Treat each other with love and absolutely make all the plans you can. Summer comes to an end, and this is England, it's gonna be proper naff when it starts to go grey again.

Don't ask people about or point out their scars, their bumps, their loose skin, cellulite, dark underarms or body hair etc. Let's make this the summer where people make memories, not give up on them because their too self-conscious to do the things they want to.

So yeah, forget what all the women's mags and snapchat ads tell you, the best way to get a summer body in less than a week is to let go of what others think. The only person who can judge you is you, so be kind to yourself and remember what's important. I know this is all much more easily said than done, but believe me, another day forcing yourself to diet is another day you're not living your best life. You are beautiful if your butt is huge or non-existent. You are beautiful if you have toned, muscular arms or bingo wings You are beautiful if you are a small, tall, skinny, fat, lanky, G cup, A cup, single, taken, gay, straight, bi, asexual, trans, any shape, size, age, gender or sexuality. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL if you let yourself be.

Wear that dress you love, be bold with your colours, treat yourself to some cute new sunglasses. Oh and don't forget sun cream.

Eat well, dress cute and make memories.

Much love,

~ Chloe x

Summer, Growing Up and Other Thoughts

If you've ever had the unfortunate experience of meeting me, finding my social media or even coming within 100m of my existence, you'll know how much I love to talk about my friends. I always have been and always will be their ultimate hype squad. I have been lucky to have been surrounded by the most amazing people my whole life, pretty much a street away or short walk at most. Because of this, it is safe to say that I spent the first 18 years of my life barely apart from them. At twenty, spread across the world and incredibly busy, this is no longer so much a possibility. Most of the year I can come to terms with this, summer is not one of those times.

As long as I can remember, the second the sun came out, it was a sign that we should definitely be doing something together. One of my earliest memories of being with my friends was being in the paddling pool with Jamie and Emma, or when we'd roast marshmallows over a burning log in Emma's garden. As we grew up, this never changed.

Every single summer, I can remember spending most of it with my favourite losers by my side. 

 

I probably couldn't even begin to explain how many hours we sat in or under a tree in our local park. Most of my high school age years, any chance we got we were there or costa, without much of a plan, usually just some sweets and some crazy scheme about how our future would end up. This all sounds a little rose-tinted as I write it down, but I swear, every word of it is true.

And when it got dark, or cold or it rained... Kate's bedroom was always ready for us to all snuggle up together in. We all hold her bed in the highest and fondest light, I've never been comfier in my life. Facemasks, fruit and REALLY good brews (even if she did put a ladle of sugar in once when I asked for "one big spoon of sugar"), bad weather never stopped our stupid antics. Not with Kate's beautiful DVD collection. 

I put a post up on facebook a few years back that came up in my memories recently that quoted Josh saying "I was gonna throw your dad in the pool Chlo, but he is too much of a hench so I threw his shoes in instead." My friends became my family and my family loved them like they were too, every year we had results day parties, with us lot and some years had parents, grandparents and siblings too. It was still just as hilarious and fun. We'd spent so long revising together (and very much not revising together), that it was really the biggest relief and blow off of steam, it was amazing.

Leaving high school only made this more fun, we travelled and we did more and more. Leeds Fest was wet, cold and insane but I loved (almost) every second of it because I spent all my time with the greatest people in the world. That same year, and warning again if you know me you're probably sick of hearing about this, my pals and I decided to book a little holiday together. We looked at everything, Amsterdam, Paris, Spain... And ended up in Penmaenmawr, Wales... Population about 4, but I have never had more fun. We just relished in doing what we wanted, which was going to the beach, making roast dinners, eating chinese and watching the scream films. Nothing more sums us up than that trip away and I wouldn't want anything to.

That was our last summer before we all went off into the real world, into to university, into jobs, all over the country, and in some cases, all over the world. And it got hard. Don't get me wrong, you won't a group chat more active than ours, nor will you find people more determined to make plans work. But sometimes they just... don't. 

Growing up in a close group of friends is amazing. You become completely different people but would not change a thing. Watching all my pals do amazing things is what makes me happier than anything else, and being there for them when they're struggling is my main priority. The latter is much harder when you can't put your shoes on over your bed socks and head on over for a cuddle and that was something I was thoroughly unprepared for. 

I know, I know that it's just a part of growing up. You see it all the time in stupid BuzzFeed comics. But it doesn't make it any easier. Tonight, my pals that are back at home phoned me and asked if I was working Sunday (of course, I was) and if not to come have a "girls" night tomorrow. Trying to schedule plans is something we were always awful at because we never had to do it. Trying to organise something now, when people work all the time and live all over the place and have a hundred other commitments is near impossible. And while we all understand why it's not always possible for us all to be there, it doesn't make it any easier. 

I guess what I'm trying to say is, things are gonna change. But don't ever lose sight of how amazing and wonderful those friendships can be. It's easy to see the drifting trend that has occurred with other friends earlier in life. But honestly one night back together and you'll know that's not true. Nobody makes you smile like they do, and there is a reason for that. 

This summer might be different. The summer holidays might be a thing of the past. But summer memories don't have to be. Ring your pal, tell them you love them. Just kidding, text them, calling them might worry them. 

The proof really is in the pudding. These losers are my world. Even if it is for one night only, make sure you live your best life with your best people. 

Sorry for the soppy rant guys, I needed it. I have another blog coming this weekend that is more targeted at everyone. I hope you enjoyed it anyway and think about calling your pal.

Much love,

Chloe x