My great grandma died (She was 102 years old).
My grandad died of cancer.
My parents told me they where separating.
This was quite a lot for a 16 year old to go through. I mean, on top of all that I had my GCSEs and was going to start sixth form. It was a stressful time and is not a year that I like to remember.
When my great grandma died, I was devastated. She was a woman that I thought would live forever, but deep down I knew what was coming and when I found out I was surprised. But that doesn't make it any easier.
When my granddad died, I was inconsolable. I was devastated. He was there for me throughout everything. He would come see me in shows and fall asleep, but he always woke up to watch me. He was a smoker, and ultimately that's what killed him. I had many arguments with him begging him to stop smoking but he never listened.
The last thing I ever said to him was 'night, night. I love you' and kissed his forehead as he slept. I will never forget that day. Him grasping onto my hand so tightly when he realised I was there.
I wish I never let go.
In my room at university, I have a lot of pictures of my friends and family. But I only have two pictures framed. Me and him.
My god, this is so hard to write!
I'm going to move onto something else.
A couple of month later, during the summer holidays, I was told that my mum and dad didn't love each other anymore. Instantly I thought it was my fault. I was a hormonal teenager; always causing stupid fights at home.
Everything was falling apart in the space of six months.
That's when it started to hurt to go to the toilet. When I say hurt, I mean, 'felt like I was giving birth from my bum'. When it was at its worst, I would be in the bathroom for about an hour, crying. It was horrible. I would go to the toilet at college but I would never tell my friends where I was going because I new I could be a while and I didn't want any awkward questions.
It's AMAZING what stress can do to your body without you even knowing it!
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