Depression is an old friend of mine - we've been hanging out together for 10+ years, along with good ol' self-harm. Body dysmorphia and self-hate were some of my best friends in my teens and early twenties, it was hard but I had to let them go; they kept wanting to introduce me to Suicide and that dude is into some pretty sick stuff that can get you killed. Anxiety showed up about a year or so ago and keeps hanging around. He's a total spaz and I can never relax when he's around.

Apart from this I'm also a business owner, designer, dress maker, artist, part home-owner, gamer, reader, Chow owner, aspiring baker, and lover of devilishly good sugary cinnamon toast.