Judge me all you want, but I had the most fun I've ever had - no job to worry about, every day was in the sun, and I had so many friends there. It was literally like one big boat party piss up for a year.

I was so stressed that my metabolism was like working overtime. Yes, my body looked good, and I got a lot of compliments (if I left the house). However, my mind was f*cked…

She once described us like a box of chocolates, I can't remember how it went, but it had lines like… some nutty, some soft, some fruity, some hard…. But all made the perfect box. Now our box is no longer perfect.

Grief it’s a funny old thing. I’ve experienced it before with my grandma and quite recently with my dog Kelsey (who was also my best friend), but I cannot describe the scale of grief I feel for my best friend, Hayley…

If you were her friend, you knew that she loved you and deeply she did love. She was always there for you. She was there for me in my most challenging times, and recently I understood her better at her life battles through my own.

I thought I looked like Britney Spears and would wear crop tops, and I would push to the front of the queue and make friends with the bouncer to let us in. Nowadays, I wouldn't dream of jumping the queue…

I just froze at that moment, it literally took a couple of minutes for me to move once I digested what was happening, and then I remembered I told the 15-year-old boy (oh f*ck!).

Depression can be very selfish; you don’t mean to, but you can’t shift your focus away from anything other than how shit you feel; I even had moments where I didn’t feel like I was real and out of my own body.

I had no idea this was a hallucinogenic drug, so I was clearly very paranoid. I then started shouting that I was MELTING and started crawling on my hands and knees out of the bar across the bridge…

I was hot, but I was coping for the first 10k, I was at the pace that I wanted at that point, and I passed Hayley, and she was texting on her phone, and I had to shout at her for attention.

I decided to focus on 15 good things that have come since this operation rather than the negatives. Guaranteed to lift your mood from a 2 to at least a 4…. So let’s go!

The turbulence got so bad that it felt like we dropped out of the sky for a few seconds, and if we hadn't been wearing seatbelts, I don't know what injuries would have happened…

My dad offered to watch me a few times, but I always declined as I was embarrassed that I wasn't in the starting 5 (don't you just want to hug me right now). If any of you have that mentality take it from me; you don't always need to be a winner; otherwise, you'll lose at something.

I remember going to watch Dad's games when I was younger, and I was too scared and devastated when I would see a goal go in his net; I would hide in the players' lounge toilets…

I have always been nervous about moving in with someone for several reasons; I can be pretty messy. I live out of a suitcase because I always travel, but that is my excuse. I genuinely think I'd live out of a suitcase anyway.

The turning point for me was when I was around 14 and felt I was a little overweight (probably only a size 14). Still, I remember my mum being a personal trainer at the time. I think I was going through some mood swings and my mum posted a letter underneath my door…

I remember he came with bottles of wine, and I instantly felt so bad that we had come empty-handed (whoops)… For those of you who know Simon or have seen him on tv, he's so likeable, commands the room, is funny, charismatic, handsome and very tall. I suddenly thought I really liked this guy.

So maybe Glen has always been there, but I didn't notice him enough to name him. I also really dislike the name (sorry to the Glens - still better than Fajita).

Hi all, and by all, I probably mean my boyfriend, mother and therapist! However, I'm writing this for therapeutic reasons, so who cares. So I won't give you my whole background in one go — where would be the fun in that?