50 Facts About Me

I was tagged by my dear friend Clare to do this, so here goes!

  1. My full name is Keziah Israel Price
  2. I’m 20 years old
  3. My birthday is the 22nd of May (which makes me a Gemini)
  4. I have 2 nieces and a nephew
  5. I have a keen interest in astrology and star signs, but I have to admit… I do sometimes think most of it is rubbish…
  6. I love being on stage, either singing or acting
  7. I am a very proud member of Brighton Little Theatre, who put on between 8-10 plays a year
  8. I have only been in 11 shows in my life (City of Angels, Les Miserables, Epsom Downs, a devised piece of theatre called Shafelia, Oh What A Lovely War, Rent, Grease, High School Musical, A Little Night Music, Hairspray and One Man Two Guvnors).
  9. I own at least 75 different lipsticks (!)
  10. My all time favourite play is Constellations (READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T!!!)
  11. My all time favourite musical is Last 5 Years
  12. I have lived in Brighton for all of my life and cannot wait to move away and explore the rest of the world!
  13. My favourite thing to drink is Diet Coke (some might say I have a slight addiction to the stuff…)
  14. At a pub I either order red wine or Jack Daniels and coke
  15. At a coffee shop I either order a soy vanilla latte (so very Brighton of me!) or a double espresso with vanilla
  16. If I don’t make it as an actor, my three other career goals would be either a professional body piercer, an area manager in retail or a prosthetics and makeup artist
  17. My favourite TV shows are RuPaul’s Drag Race, Gossip Girl, Him & Her and House
  18. My favourite drag queen is Adore Delano (party!)
  19. I don’t think I ever want to have children or get married, but seeing as I’m only 20 that is subject to change!
  20. Overall I have been pierced 26 times, but the most piercings I’ve ever had at one time is 21.
  21. I have 5 tattoos (a dragonfly under my chest, a robin on my foot in memory of my Grandmother, the word “pookie” on the side of my ribs, a camouflage paw print on my bottom and my best friend Jimmy’s initials on the inside of my ankle)
  22. I only ever wear black nail polish and haven’t worn any other colour in 5 years!
  23. One day I’d love to follow in my sister’s footsteps and write my own show and perform in it
  24. I’m still searching for the perfect drag name for myself…
  25. I cry over nearly every dog I meet because dogs are the most wonderful things on this planet
  26. I live with my parents (neither of which want a dog) so I am longing for the day I adopt a long haired dachshund and name him Boy (just like Sharpay’s dog!)
  27. If I could play any character from any show (regardless of my gender or appearance) it would have to be Frankenfurter from Rocky Horror, Nina from In The Heights or Matilda (damn you Tim Minchin for writing it when I was far too old!)
  28. If an item of clothing in any store is black and velvet or camouflage, you can guarantee that I will pick it up!
  29. My 2 favourite perfumes are J’Adore by Dior and Classique by Jean Paul Gaultier
  30. My two favourite bands are Arctic Monkeys and McFly
  31. The best day of the year is definitely Halloween (do not try to convince me otherwise!)
  32. My favourite animal is, and always has been, zebras
  33. If I could do anything differently, I would have never quit ballet when I did
  34. I used to be able to speak Spanish well enough to hold a conversation (but I didn’t keep it up so I’m pretty terrible at it now!)
  35. My biggest phobia is slugs and snails… I have no idea why but they absolutely terrify me!
  36. My all time dream role is Cathy from Last 5 Years, but from week to week it varies as I become obsessed with different musicals all the time. This week it’s Althea from The Light Princess!
  37. I have set myself a goal that by this time next year, I will have enough copies of different plays to fill my bookshelf
  38. I don’t really have the attention span to watch an entire film so I’m definitely more of a TV show kind of person
  39. If I could change one thing about the world, I’d bring Australia closer to the UK so I could see my sister and her family more often
  40. My favourite name is Elsie
  41. My biggest fear (other than snails) is that one day I’ll look back and have huge regrets so I’ve always tried to do what makes ME happy, and not live my life for other people.
  42. I absolutely suck at shaving my legs so I rarely bother doing it
  43. I would eat pasta for every meal of the day if I could!
  44. I’m a very sentimental person, so I like to keep mementos from significant moments in my life and I take lots of pictures wherever I go
  45. My proudest achievement to date is the review we received for High School Musical where my performance of Sharpay was described as “star of the show”
  46. The most life changing decisions I’ve made in 2016 are audition for One Man, Two Guvnors (which reintroduced me to the world of Brighton Little Theatre) and volunteer to help backstage for Frankenstein.
  47. I hold a Grade 8 and Diploma in Musical Theatre Singing
  48. If I could only keep one of my piercings I would keep my nose piercing because it’s the one I wanted for the longest before getting it done
  49. If I could go back and relive one moment in my life, I’d want to relieve the week we spent in Cornwall at the Minack performing Frankenstein
  50. And finally… If I could only keep one item of makeup I’d have to keep my Ruby Woo Mac lipstick because I couldn’t live without it!

Goodness… What a load of facts!! Hopefully you enjoyed getting to know me a little better, I had to seriously rack my brain to come up with some slightly more interesting facts that you may not have known about me!

I’m going to tag The Brightoner to do this next because I know she’ll come up with some brilliant facts!

Thanks for reading!

xxxx

Father’s Day Special: Interviewing My Dad

I interviewed my Dad on Thursday night, and to say it took a lot longer than expected was an understatement… Let me know what you thought about this silly interview, it was so so so much fun to do and gave me a chance to get to know my old man a little better.

I’d like to add, before we get started, that throughout the entire duration of this interview, my dad was wearing a face mask. I would put picture proof in this post, but I love him too much to subject him to such bullying.

Brace yourself… And enjoy!

Okay, Dad. Tell me a little bit about yourself.

….. What? What do you mean tell you about myself?

I mean tell me so I can tell the people who don’t know who you are!

Oh! Right. Okay. I’m fifty… (at this point he looked at my mum, who was sitting in the room with us, for help).

Mum: Four.

Four, thank you. I am married with 4 children and 3 grandchildren and… I’m a professional assassin. I’m not really. I’m a sales director for an electronics company.

Mum: And a landlord… Shall I do this interview for you?

Umm.. I’m interested in music, theatre, art, science… Liverpool FC. But not necessarily in that order.

Where were you born?

I was born in Liverpool in 1962 at the start of Beatlemania.

What brought you to Brighton?

I was brought up in Lincolnshire and came down to Brighton Polytechnic (as it was then) in 1980 to do my degree in Combined Sciences: Biology and Computer Science.

How old were you when you got married and had kids?

I was just 20 years old, just over one month after my 20th birthday when I got married, and by the time I was 21 my first baby came along.

(At this point, a debate broke out between my parents over EXACTLY how old Dad was when my older sister was born. He was, as it turns out, 21…)

If you could go back and do something differently, what would it be and why?

The key for me would be to only do 3 A-Levels. Because if I’d only done 3 A-Levels, I would have joined the RAF, become a fighter pilot and be an astronaut. In that particular order.

Do you have any advice for young men who are about to get married?

Whatever age you are, be sure that the person you are about to marry is your soulmate. It doesn’t matter what age you are really. And stick at it, because it won’t always be as easy as it was on your wedding day.

In a similar thread, do you have any advice for young men who are about to have children, whether they are planning on starting a family, currently trying for a baby, or expecting one soon?

Do some babysitting before you have a child of your own… Because changing your first nappy is quite the experience and it’s probably better if you already know what you’re doing! And I guess the other things is, go for a few nights without any sleep before you have babies. To see if you can cope with it.

What’s your favourite way of showing people that you love them?

Probably… Doing jobs for people. Like favours, or treating them, or doing something for them. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that that is what you should do. They might want time, or they might want gifts or quality time together or something. They might have a different love language to you, and so I shouldn’t assume that because that’s what I want to give to you, that that’s what you want. You dig? (You can actually put that in by the way. That I said ‘you dig’. I feel like Bill Nighy when I do that.)

If you could only do one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be and why?

I’d listen to music. I’d listen to music all day and all night. I never get bored of listening to music. I also never get bored of… Did you only say one thing? Well, I also never get bored of looking at the stars, or sunsets, or walking along the boardwalk in Maui, or holding hands with my wife… There’s lots of things. My one thing ended up being lots of things. So I guess I have to stick with music.

Do you have any regrets in your life, and if you do, what are they?

I worked too hard, and for too long when I was younger, and I didn’t get to see them as little children and growing up. That’s one regret. Another one is that I never learnt to play the drums. And of course, I regret turning down the marriage proposal from Heidi Klum. But then I think anyone who turns down a marriage proposal from Heidi Klum would regret it… Would it help if I told you that I don’t actually know who Heidi Klum is?

What is it like to have creative children/theatre kids?

It is… The best. And I’m going to tell you why. My dad was born in 1930 in warn torn Liverpool, and was the brightest of the 1840284 children his parents had. He was so bright that he passed his Eleven Plus, which meant he could go to grammar school. However, his parents couldn’t afford to send him to the grammar school, so he never went. He had an ordinary education, which meant that when he had me and my brothers, he wanted us to have the best educations we could get. Because of my education, I ended up with a degree, highly educated, but working in a job that I wasn’t that bothered about or interested in. So, when I had kids, I thought that education would be a great idea, but wouldn’t it better if they also ended up doing what they really wanted to do because I never did. So that’s what me and your mum did, and because we’re both very creative, that’s what you’ve all ended up doing. So I’m really chuffed that my kids are educated but they’re also engaged in living out their dreams and doing what they really want to do.

Long answer isn’t it.

How have you supported their creativity?

I’ve tried to encourage them to do that, to follow their dreams, because they are creative types and creativity can be a difficult and personal journey because it involves taking risks and being vulnerable and being open to criticism and therefore being strong. So I’ve tried, and often failed, to support them in their creative aspirations whether that be playing the guitar and being in a band or being a performer on stage. Sometimes that’s involved literally investing money into them, so paying for education or buying tickets and lessons. Often, with more difficulty, I have to give time.

How would you advice people to follow their dreams?

The first thing you have to do, of course, is find out what your dream is, something I only found out in later life. Spend time finding out what things inspire you or make you come alive, will give you some indication of what your dream is. Once you’ve found that, the next thing is to find out a way of doing it, with or without education, with or without opportunity and with or without encouragement. Some people assume the only way to be a singer is to get on the X Factor and find someone who is willing to pay for you to become a star. But if you really do want to be come a singer, just sing around the house, sing on the streets, sing in pubs, be a singer. Y0u don’t have to be a star to be a singer.

What’s marriage like?

Marriage is… a word, not a sentence. No, don’t put that in. Erm… You get less for murder. No don’t put that in either. Marriage is the most enjoyable and sometimes the most challenging thing you could ever do but it is the most rewarding thing you can do if you’re willing to put the effort into it. It’s one of those things where the results from it directly relate to the effort you put into it.

Does marriage change over the years? If so, how?

Yes it does. The biggest danger with long term relationships is that they can become regular and ordinary and routine and the biggest challenge is actually making it not become those things, making it as exciting and fun and enjoyable as it was at the very start. So yes it does change, but at another level, it gets better because you understand your partner better over time and therefore it becomes a much deeper relationship because of it as time goes on.

If you could have a conversation with one famous person, dead or alive, who would it be and why?

Alan Carr. Dead.

Dad. I’m not acceping that as an answer. Please try again.

Okay, in that case… Leonardo di Vinci. Alive. I don’t want him dead. Otherwise it would be a very boring conversation. He was literally the Reinassaince man, he straddled science and art without compromising on either. He didn’t understand the restrictions or the division that we put between science and art, and was able to become an expert in everything he put his hand to whether that be sculpture or art or scientific engineering. I find him fascinating.

There are quite a few more questions by the way Dad.

That’s okay, I’m just getting warmed up!

Can you pin point one or possibly a few of your happiest moments?

Yes, I can.

… Would you mind sharing them?!

Oh I see! Okay, one that comes instantly to mind is sitting in a park with my fiance about 3 or 4 weeks before our wedding, in the sunshine, holding hands and talking about our future. The birth of my, well all of my children, but especially the first one because you remember feeling the burden of responsibility having your first child.

If you could give something to your wife, what would it be?

It would be much more quality time. Away from the pressures of life, away from the pressures of work and away from the pressures of the world. I would also buy her an all expenses first class holiday to Bora Bora. Only because I don’t know where it is… But it sounds exotic.

What was it like to watch your children go through tough moments in their lives?

First of all, it’s difficult because children are different when they are children from when you were a child. So it would be easy to assume that the answers would be the same as the answers were when you were a child, but it’s not the case. It’s also quite hard to watch them go through things and not to assume that you have all the answers and to allow them to go through so that they can learn and grow. It’s never easy to see your kids go through difficult times under any circumstances. And part of you wishes that you could wave a magic wand and it would all go away. But the most important thing is to stay in relationship with your children, to make sure that you don’t ever break that relationship no matter what they go through and no matter how they feel or no matter how they treat you.

Has anything changed with age?

Inside, I still feel exactly the same as I did when I was 18 or 2o – I still feel really young. I’m much more tired now, I don’t have the energy I used to have and my body doesn’t do the things it used to do when I was 20 years old. So it can be quite frustrating. The most frustrating thing is that when you look forward you know it isn’t going to get any better! Therefore all the things you could have done when you were 20 you can’t do anymore and all the things you’d like to have done when you’re 20, you’re not capable of anymore. So that’s a frustration too. However, you are wiser, you are more relaxed and you’re a lot more confident in who you are.

Is there any one thing in particular that you wish for your children or grandchildren?

I want them to be fulfilled in everything that they do, not just being happy because happiness comes and goes but fulfilment is based upon the joy of life. And I want them to become great contributors to society, and to make a difference in their life or community or whatever it is that they put their minds to.

(Before conducting this interview, I took to my personal Facebook page for reader questions. The results varied.)

Okay Dad, it’s time to answer the questions I was given on Facebook. Let’s start with the 3 questions that I have from Dave in Brighton. His first question is: How do you always smell so amazing?

By using a cunning blend of Givenchy Apres Rasgase Pour le Homme and Patchouli oil, which is an essential oil which has been used by hippies forever. And I now have a perfumer in Paris who blends patchouli oil for me. Which is cool, but don’t put that in, because it’s not completely true. It’s a bit true.

His second question: Is it embarrassing to be funnier than everyone?

I don’t know. You’d have to ask Dave.

His third question: What is your favourite cheese?

Havarti.

Mum: When have you ever tried Havarti?!

I’ve never tried it. So I’d probably say Emmental because of it’s nutty crispness. And because, like Dave, it goes so well with apples.

Our second reader question is from Sharkey. He asks: How do you keep you hair so “tame and lush”?

I think he thinks I’m somebody else. I have never had tame or lush hair. It’s a ridiculous question so I feel like giving it a ridiculous answer.

Clemmie asks: Is it hard to be funny 24/7? 

Oh Clemmie! Bonjour! Errr… Yes. It’s exhausting. The most important thing is to maintain a certain jour de vive (she’ll like that) whether you’re funny or not.

Moving overseas, an international reader Chris asks: What is your technique when interacting with regular, un-cool dads?

What is my technique?! Okay, Chris, brace yourself. I’m about to reveal my deepest darkest secrets. I practise my techniques of ways to interact with un-cool dads simply by talking to myself in the mirror. So that should give him some idea of how I develop my techniques. I don’t consider myself to be cool. At all.

I don’t consider you to be cool either. A late mid-interview entry now, from Mrs Khan who asks (very broadly): What makes you happy?

My word! What makes me happy?! Errrr… the smiles of my grandchild, seeing my children accomplish great things, being outdoors, travelling and experiencing new cultures…

Mum: ME!

Yes, my wife, hearing the kops singing You’ll Never Walk Alone, the Last Night of the Proms, a pan of Scouse, good coffee…

Mum: (starts pointing at herself frantically)

Yes, I’ve said you!! Okay fine, pointing at my wife… Spending time with my children, feeling like I’m close to God… But I only said that because I knew that Pastor Khan asked the question.

Cheryl asks: How do you stay calm when everything around you is going crazy?

I use the duck approach mainly. You know how when you look at a duck swimming on the water, it’s all lovely and calm, but underneath the water it’s legs are going like crazy?! I think most of the time, people are calmed by having a calm leader. Or a someone who just appears to be calm. So a lot of the time, it’s an act. I’m not calm at all, I’m just as terrified as everyone else. I don’t have all the answers or all the solutions…

I’m letting out some serious secrets here.

Another last minute entry, from your wife this time. She asks: Can you put the bins out?

Yes, I know I can. I’ve been doing it for 34 years.

Mum: Not true! I did them this week!

Finally, your eldest nephew asks: Who let the dogs out?

Sam?

Is that your answer to the question?!

Yes. Sam let the dogs out. No, I mean Baha Men, obvs.

Do you have any final thoughts before I ask my very last question? 

Make sure you vote in the Referendum. And always wear fresh socks daily.

And finally, before we go, the question everyone has been waiting for… Who is your favourite child? Bearing in mind I’m the one in charge of the publishing of this post, and will edit for clarity…

Erm… I can’t remember. Either the oldest. Or the youngest. Or the one in the middle.

Mum: Probably whichever one is making you a cup of tea at the time.

Yeah, that’s good. Put that in.

Thanks Dad! You were great.

That was rubbish, wasn’t it.

My Mental Health Journey

I have been umm-ing and ahh-ing about writing this post for such a long time, because my mental health has been something I’ve always been very private about. I have spoken out a handful of times about my struggles on my personal Facebook page, but this was only after I’d recovered from my illnesses.

I would like to include 2 disclaimers before I begin: 1. What I went through, my journey and recovery are unique to me. I am not a “classic example” of mental illness because everyone’s battles are different. And 2. This post is incredibly long. I didn’t want to give a half hearted account of what I went through, but I just wanted to warn you that if you start reading now, you’re in for the long haul! Okay, here we go…

I think to a certain degree, I had anxiety my entire life. I look back at being in primary school and remember never feeling completely relaxed. I would worry myself sick over the silliest things, I was incredibly sensitive, and always worried about what people thought about me.

My anxiety reached new levels in secondary school, not helped by having to also deal with normal, hormonal insecurities that every teenager faces. I couldn’t help but constantly crave affirmation and acceptance from my peers.

One day when I was 14, I learnt that a boy in our year had been hit by a car and was fighting for his life in hospital. 2 days later, he was taken off life support as he was brain dead and had severe internal bleeding. Although I wasn’t very close to him, it was my first taste of mortality and it completely shook me up. Until that moment, I had considered death to be something that happens to old people once they had lived their lives, not something that happens to 15 year old boys on their paper round. I remember crying into my mum’s lap for hours that night, completely traumatised by the news I’d received.

They say that grief happens in stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. With hindsight, I think I got stuck in the “anger” stage for a very long time. I was absolutely furious that his life had been taken from him, that I saw him a week before his death and didn’t say hello to him, that someone with all of their life to look forward to didn’t even live long enough to take their GCSEs.

For the next year or so, I started acting out. I was so angry about his death that I became completely dead inside. I didn’t feel anything for a very long time during that year. I didn’t care if anything I did affected my education or upset my parents: I didn’t care about anything. I lied a lot to my parents in that year, telling them I was staying at friends’ houses when I was actually at house parties and that it was my best friend who smoked and not me… And although it’s completely normal for teenagers to go to parties and get up to no good every now and then, I was only doing it in an attempt to make myself feel something.

In the end, a family friend told my mum what I’d been getting up to. Funnily enough, while most people would be furious at someone for “snitching” on them, it was one of the bravest and kindest things anyone has ever done for me because since that day, my mum and I have had an amazing relationship. I find it so much easier to tell her when I’ve messed up or how I feel, and it’s all because someone helped start the conversation.

Fast forward through a rocky time at college and my first proper heartbreak and I suddenly found myself in a proper grown up job, on a gap year, with absolutely no idea what I wanted to do with my life. I had let people talk me out of following my dream of being an actor, and began pursuing another dream career of becoming a midwife (incredibly different, I know)! I think I knew deep down that it wasn’t what I really wanted but I watched all of my friends leave home and go to uni and I wanted to do the same.

I often look back on my first relationship and feel so so SO bad for my ex-boyfriend. He started out with a very sweet, occasionally fiesty girlfriend… But within about 6 months, all of a sudden I could be a complete monster to him at the flick of a switch. I would snap at him over the most trivial things (example: I once spent ages getting ready and missed the train. I decided it was his fault because he didn’t tell me I was running out of time. 2 weeks later, I shouted at him for giving me time updates). I remember once standing outside his uni halls screaming at him over nothing, and I started crying out of nowhere. I admitted to him there and then that I was sick and that I needed help. He very tactfully agreed and tried to get me the help I needed, but I refused it for months.

 

During December 2014, I left my grown up job in search for a job in the medical field. My motivation hit an all time low over the holiday period, and I found myself unemployed for the next 3 months. Those 3 months were easily the hardest and most traumatic months of my life.

I know it sounds silly, but I sometimes feel like my brain took all that free time as an opportunity to bring all the things I’d been neglecting to deal with to the fore front. My mum came into my room for a chat one night and I began crying about how horrific my life was and how sad I was all the time. I think my mum was rather surprised to find her 18 year old daughter begging for therapy after a lovely day out at the shops! That was the moment where I accepted that I really was seriously depressed.

I went from bad to worse in a matter of days after that. I describe those few months as “Vegetable Kez”, because I did absolutely NOTHING for days on end. By nothing, I don’t mean lying in bed watching Geordie Shore and scrolling through Facebook… I mean, there were days where I would stare at my ceiling for hours on end, crying my eyes out. I was completely and utterly overwhelmed at the thought of leaving my bed, my house or my pajamas. Anxiety began to set in very quickly, and suddenly even the most menial of tasks became absolutely terrifying. I would cry and shake and black out if I left my house, even going for dinner with my dad made me bawl my eyes out with fear.

I massively struggled when something unpredictable happened. My family and I went out for Mother’s Day and I had a panic attack because I couldn’t decide what to eat, and I couldn’t bring myself to order something that I might not like. I felt like a stranger in my own body when things like that happened, because I didn’t feel like it was me controlling my behaviour.

During the worst depths of my illness, I went to the doctors for help and ended up being diagnosed as severely depressed, bad enough to be bumped up the therapy and medication waiting list. To determine what kind of state you are in, doctors give you a questionnaire to fill out where you have to rank certain thoughts on a scale from “I never think that” to “I think that several times a day”. To give credit where credit’s due, my level of depression was very consistent, so by the end of my time visiting doctors and therapists I knew these questions off by heart. One question however, I always struggled with. The question basically asks if you’ve ever considered or tried to commit suicide. Now… this is something that until the moment I upload this post, only the NHS knows about me. Although I have never tried to, or even considered ending my life, there were moments where I was at my worse that I would just wish and pray and hope that I could just disappear. I knew that no matter what, I would never put my parents in the horrific position where they have to sit down and write their own daughters eulogy, but I couldn’t help but spend my 11:11 wish everyday on “I wish I had never been born”.  This apparently made me “high risk”, something I have never agreed with. I was very clear that I did not want to end my life under any circumstances; I was just upset that I had no choice but exist.

Having depression and anxiety at the same time is the most exhausting thing I’ve ever experienced. I was always in both states at the same time, simultaneously caring too much and not caring at all. Wanting to succeed but not wanting to try. Wanting friends but not wanting to socialise. The only things I could continually bring myself to do was go and visit my boyfriend at uni, and go to my singing lessons. Other than that, I couldn’t guarantee that I’d be able to cope with anything.

In the space of a couple of days, I got a job and a role in a show. That’s when I started feeling a little bit less anxious about leaving the house because for the first time in months, there were people counting on me to be somewhere. I loved my job from my first shift and doing a show with new people was exactly what I needed. All of a sudden, I found myself laughing without having to force it, I was smiling to myself on the bus, I was looking forward to spending time with people and I was caring less about what they thought. Granted, those days were few and far between, but they were becoming more frequent.

I was starting to get to the point where I was done being sick, and so I signed myself up for CBT, which stands for Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. I had actually studied CBT in Psychology 2 years before and despite failing the course, I had some vague understanding of what it entailed. CBT is a different take on classic therapy; instead of discussing the struggles in your life, you pin point your negative thought patterns and behaviours, and work towards thinking and behaving in a more positive way. I think I actually only went to about 4 sessions because I had to get the bus there on my own and I chickened out more often than not. However, in my first session the therapist helped me pin point where my depression and anxiety had sprung from, and despite having already been diagnosed with GAD (Generalised Anxiety Disorder – where you are anxious about anything and everything), she helped me realise that I was also suffering from Social Anxiety – a fear of socialising, what people think of you and in my case, psychoanalysing absolutely EVERYONE.

I spoke to her about a lot of things that I already knew I struggled with, like my fear of death and being abandoned, but also found that I had subconsciously been anxious about so much more. Just getting all of these deep dark secrets out in the open helped me massively, because I could then go home and verbalise my thoughts to my mum (who, let’s be honest, was my real therapist through it all)!

I was tired of being sick and sick of being tired. I was completely done with having depression and anxiety, and so I actively chose to change the way I thought and behaved. I didn’t let myself (as hard as it was at times) wonder what people were “really” thinking when they were speaking to me. I decided to trust that people talked me because they liked doing so, not because they felt obliged to. I didn’t let myself wonder what strangers in the street were thinking about me, because I began to realise that it really, REALLY doesn’t matter.

Of course there were still moments where it was just easier to let myself be sad for a few hours, but I started being able to recognise when my hormones were playing a part in my mood. I found myself becoming more and more carefree as the days went by, suddenly revelling in my weirdness and uniqueness and seeing those traits as my best qualities. I did the things that made me happy, regardless of whether or not people understood my decisions. I reached out to people that I’d hurt and set the record straight: I was ready for a completely fresh start.

Although I still have days where I’m moody or self concious or worried, I was absolutely overjoyed last September when my doctor told me that I was officially no longer suffering from either depression or anxiety (as far as their quantifiable measurements suggested anyway). I worked so so so hard to pull myself through a time where I felt like giving up, and I did it all through sheer will power and determination. Oh, and of course my mum. I know full well that I would have never got better if it weren’t for her and so, thanks Ma. You’re one in a million.

I know I didn’t exactly explain how I got over my illness, but I think I’ve rambled on enough for now. I’m planning on doing a few follow up posts and going into detail on certain topics that I’ve only brushed on for the moment. But for now, I think this is as much as I can cope with sharing!

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this incredibly long post, it’s something I wasn’t sure about posting for such a long time but felt like it was something I needed to say. Please do let me know if there’s any questions you’d like me to answer, or anything you think I’ve missed out, I’m always happy to chat about my experiences and if even hearing my story helps, then I feel I’ve done my bit!

Massive shoutouts to my patient and very cuddly Dad, my school nurse, Sarah Kelly, Clemmie, Jimmy and my amazing, supportive and wonderful family, without whom I probably would not be as sane as I am now.

Finally, I know I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: thanks Mum. I couldn’t have done it without you.

xxx

 

A Letter To My Younger Self

I saw one of my favourite bloggers, Brighton Girl Problems, write a letter to her younger self and thought it was such a great idea. I’m turning 20 this weekend and have been reminiscing on my teenage years a lot in the past month, and although I found it incredibly difficult at times, I’m really going to miss being a teenager! My younger self was wrapped up in insecurity, stress and stupidity, like so many young girls. I think I was a fairly typical teenager, I had a very normal happy upbringing in a loving family with great friends, but I definitely struggled with a lot of stuff. So here’s the things I wish I knew when I was a teenager…

To my younger self,

Firstly, just so you know, you’re doing fine. I really do remember what it was like to be you, and I know it feels like everything is the end of the world right now but I promise you, it’s going to get so much better.

Secondly, you’re not stupid: you’re just dyslexic. You’re going to learn that far too late but once you do, you’ll soon figure out that although you find a lot of things much harder than your peers, if you keep trying and learning, things will change. We even learn the difference between “you’re” and “your” at some point! So please stop getting so frustrated at yourself. I’m not going to spoil anything for you, but you actually end up getting pretty good grades. You know that GCSE teacher that we hate? Just you wait until she finds out the grade you get in her subject…

Please stop telling people that you don’t want to be an actor. Seriously, no one believes you. You are going to find the world of Brighton theatre soon, and you’ve got to believe in yourself. You’re actually not too bad at the whole performing thing, so please don’t give up on it. You’ll meet someone called Mia Bird when you’re 17 and she’s going to do wonders for your self esteem. If Bird believes in you, you’ve got to do it too. (She’s also going to become your boss one day, so be nice!) Keep listening to your brother’s iPod, spend as much time as you want on YouTube and fill your brain with musicals. But for goodness sake, stop being so stubborn and admit that you want go to drama school after a gap year or two. No, you don’t want to be a midwife. Or a teacher. Or a bloody Spanish translator. You want to be an actor. 

Please stop worrying about being compared to your big sister, because being like her is one of your best traits. Besides, people actually don’t compare you to her as much as you think they do, because you’re (surprisingly enough) completely different people. You may look similar and both love singing and acting, but you’re actually completely different as performers. Also, she’s going to teach you so much, especially how to be strong in the face of adversity. I know you know this, but she’s the coolest person in the world and by default, that makes you pretty cool too. (PS: one day she’s going to be close personal friends with Ricky Martin. Yes you do know who that is, he wrote “La Vida Loca”. Cool right?!)

I know you’re not going to believe me, but Mum is always right. She also knows absolutely everything. Yes, even the things you think she’d never find out. She knew months ago. You may as well just tell her that you want to go to that house party, because lying to her is going to hurt in the long run. She’s also going to look after you during the worst year of your life and it’s going to break her heart watching you fall to pieces, but she’s going to get you through it and see you through to the other side. You owe a hell of a lot to that woman, so take it easy on her. She’s actually really cool. She’s also totally okay about the tattoos you’re going to get, so don’t be an idiot and just tell her about them. She’s even going to accept your nipple piercing one day. See, I told you she’s cool! But seriously, she’s not been wrong in the 20 years that I’ve known her, so do me a favour and just listen to her for once?! 

Time for some tough love: your makeup is terrible. I’m sorry, but it really is. I know you think that you look just like Avril Lavinge, but in reality you’re going to look back on pictures of yourself in years to come and cringe. You desperately need to stop using Dream Matte Mousse. It’s awful. Also, this may come as a shock to you but your eyebrows are actually dark blonde, not dark brown, as you clearly believe them to be. And for the love of god, go easy on the eyeliner. Having eyeliner up to your eyebrows might look cool now, but it’s actually a really terrible look. Oh, but we don’t get any better at putting on false eyelashes. Just get your friends to do it for you to save yourself the aggro!

Boys. They are a massive waste of your time and definitely not worth your tears. You’re going to learn that there is more to life than having a boyfriend and that they are not all they’re cracked up to be. Don’t even bother where boys are concerned, because being single is the best and you’re going to love being on your own. So stop texting that boy right now and get some sleep, because despite what you think… he’s not the one!

Yes, clubbing is just as fun as you think it’s going to be. Go to Bar Broadway as often as you please, because it’s the best bar in the world. But wherever you go out drinking, please be sensible you silly girl!

Hug Dad more often. He absolutely loves hugging you, and although you hate hugging people, it makes him really happy and seeing Dad happy is going to become incredibly important to you. And yes, he is going to keep calling you Flossie, he will continue to come up with even more stupid nicknames and songs for you, and despite your best efforts, people are going to keep telling you that they think he’s cool. But he is still just as embarrassing. Just you wait until you bring your first boyfriend home… 

You know people keep telling you that your school years are the best years of your life? I know you doubt them, and you’re absolutely right to do so. The way you feel right now is completely justified because you’re not going to miss school in the slightest when you leave. Your life is going to get so much better after college. Relax. It will be the last day of year 11 before you know it. But just so you know, 4 years on, you’re still going to miss Matron. She’s pretty awesome.

Take pictures of everything. Take pictures whenever you meet up with someone. Take pictures of the rabbit and the tortoise, take pictures with our grandparents, video our nieces and nephew (YES WE DO BECOME AN AUNTIE AND IT’S THE BEST), and take pictures of every experience you have. You’ll thank me later.

Finally: yes, you are definitely going to look better when you get your braces off. Yes, you actually are going to get the piercings you want. No, Mum still doesn’t want a dog. No, do not get that stupid tattoo on your 18th birthday. Yes, wine does taste better when you’re older. No, do not smoke, it’s the stupidest thing you ever do. Yes, you are really weird, but you aren’t going to hate that one day. And no, your boobs are not going to get any bigger. (But I’m still pretty annoyed about that one too.)

Keep your head up, little me. Things are about to get better. We survived being 16, we survived being 18, and we’ve nearly made it into our twenties. That’s right, we’re going to be 20 soon. I’m just as scared as you are.

See you on the other side.

Your older self xxx

(Oh, one more thing… STOP PICKING YOUR SPOTS. Your sister in law is right: You will get acne scars. Like the ones I have now. JUST STOP IT. Promise?)

I really hope you enjoyed this slightly more personal post. I actually found some of this pretty hard to write, but I had a lot of fun pretending to speak to my stressed out, spotty and weird younger self! Let me know what you thought and as always, share it about if you liked it!

xxxx

Laryngitis During Show Week?!

I very rarely lose my voice. The last time I had laryngitis was in 2014 when I went to Reading festival with my then-boyfriend. We saw Paramore and I screamed my head off for their entire set! I have been unfortunate enough to have a pretty bad bout of laryngitis this week, and it’s my show week for One Man, Two Guvnors.

I was pretty ill in the week leading up to opening night, and I felt like I had every virus known to man. I had sore sinuses, felt like I was swallowing knives, there was snot everywhere and for some reason, I kept having nose bleeds too! I didn’t know what was wrong but I was definitely really run down. I was completely ruined by doing a 12 hour shift the day before dress run, which I think was the beginning of my downfall.

On opening night, we had 2 shows, a matinee and evening show. I felt a little bit croaky in the second show, and stupidly decided to go to the pub for hours after the show. I woke up with little to no voice, obviously freaking out at the thought of doing a matinee show! I managed to croak my way through it and then didn’t speak for over 24 hours (a massive feat for someone as chatty as me!) and it seemed to pay off. I again, croaked my way through the Monday evening show, but my throat was becoming very sore so I obviously started getting very worried.

To keep my voice in the best condition possible, I steamed my face for about 20 minutes, 3 times a day. I spoke as little as possible (rather hard when you live with your 2 very chatty parents!), and drank hot lemon and honey like it was going out of style.

I’d heard through the performing arts grapevine that antibiotics do nothing for laryngitis, but steroids do. I was initially a little scared at the thought of taking steroids, but learnt that laryngitis is a swelling of the larynx and steroids take swelling down, and at this point, I was desperate to try anything!

So on Tuesday morning, I traipsed my way to the doctors and told him what I’d learnt, and he, to his surprise and my own, agreed that steroids might be the only thing to get my voice back. I took my first dose this morning and it actually has seemed to help so far, I’m definitely less croaky and just simply husky now.

I’m going to continue drinking hot lemon and honey and talking as little as possible so that I can preserve my voice for as long as possible… But I can see the light – and hear my voice – at last!

Thanks for reading, hopefully this might help any other performers worried about their voice during show week! Obviously this might not work for everyone but it’s certainly working for me.

I’ve got loads of time to kill during the show between scenes so I’m planning on writing during the show so hopefully I’ll have loads of new blog posts up soon!

xxx

 

Birthday Treats

It was my mum’s birthday last week and I got the entire day off work which was lovely. We had such a great day in Brighton and I wanted to share the day with you all!

IMG_2616We started the day by going out for breakfast. In Brighton, we are spoilt for choice when it comes to breakfast because there are some amazing places to get it. We wanted to go to a place called Silo which is in the Lanes, but for some bizarre reason they don’t serve breakfast until 10am there?! Unfortunately, we were on a time limit so we decided to try Silo out another day.

We walked downProcessed with VSCO with hb2 preset a little farther and went to a family favourite: Bill’s. You can always depend on Bill’s to deliver a great meal and experience and they did not disappoint! I got a standard Bill’s Breakfast with extra baked beans and hash browns. Very yummy!

We went back to my parents’ house and my niece, nephew and sister in law came over for birthday cake and presents. It was a lot of fun playing and messing around with the two kids, but my nephew got a bit tired so my sister took him home.

My mum offered to look after my niece for the afternoon, and because it was such a nice day we wanted to take her out somewhere nice. We decided to take her to Steyning, which is a small village in West Sussex.

The coffee shop was, as always, absolutely lovely and because it was such a sunny warm day, it was the first time this year that I’ve gone out without a coat! We had some afternoon tea in the world’s sweetest coffee shop, had a wander around some charity shops and then found ourselves in a little alley way of shops that felt like something out of Hobbiton!

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When we got home, I settled down in front of the TV and wrote a blog post about Temple Spa (which you can find here). I had a couple of hours of down time before we were due to go out for dinner but as always, I managed to laze around and then end up rushing to get ready! Because of this, I wasn’t that happy with my makeup or hair, but I loved my outfit because I kind of looked like an extra from The Breakfast Club or Heathers!

I did a really standard face for dinner, nothing special at all because I didn’t have enough time. Products used: From Rimmel, I used Fix & Perfect primer, Match Perfection Processed with VSCO with f2 presetfoundation, Glam Eyes eyeliner, Scandaleyes mascara, Wake Me Up concealer and Kate Moss lipstick in shade 48. (I didn’t realise until just now how much Rimmel makeup I own and use everyday!) I also used Collection Mosaic bronzer, Essence All About Bronze eyeshadow palette, Savvy eyebrow kit, Essence Soo Glow! highlighter. I set my makeup with Superdrug Vitamin E Refreshing Tone Mist.

I didn’t feel like straightening or curling my hair so I just put it up in a pony tail, but wanted it to be a bit different from my everyday hairstyle so tied some black lace in a bow around the hairband.

Processed with VSCO with hb1 presetI hadn’t felt well all day so wanted to wear something comfy but still special so went for an old favourite of mine, my black velvet jumpsuit from Topshop that I got for Christmas a couple of years ago. I paired this with a super old belt from Urban Outfitters, my denim jacket from Topshop, a sweet clutch/shoulder bag from H&M and instead of heels, I went for my lemon yellow Nike Blazers.

For dinner we went to a popular Brighton restaurant called Chilli Pickle. I’m not crazy about Indian food but it was an absolutely lovely meal. The staff are all very friendly and really know what they’re talking about.

I ordered a peach bellini because I love cocktails with champagne or prosecco in and it was absolutely gorgeous. To start, I got a vegetable samosa topped with chutney and yogurt and pomegranate seeds. My dad and I swapped starters half way through because his duck dumplings were especially yummy and mine was a little bit too spicy for me.

For my main course, I got a seafood green curry. I was a little apprehensive about it because I really can’t handle spice, but it was mild enough for me and was delicious. It reminded me a bit of a Thai green curry. I couldn’t quite deal with the clams in it though… There’s something about food that arrives in a shell that I really can’t be involved in! If you like Indian food, I can’t recommend the Chilli Pickle enough, it’s got a lovely atmosphere and is fairly cheap considering how good the food is.

So, after a long day we all called it a night and went home. My mum had a lovely day and I think a lot of it was down to how much Brighton has to offer for a special day.

If you liked this post and would like to read more personal blog posts please comment below to let me know!

Thanks so much for reading, as always share it around if you enjoyed it!

xxxx