In 2001, I began to have difficulties with functioning well and had a number of unrealistic thoughts about my social situation, which placed a strain on my friendships with the people in my social group. I also began to worry about my job security, which may or may not have been well-founded. I asked my parents if they could help me and fortunately they were happy to let me come back home and support me.
The first time I started experiencing severe mental health problems was when I was in Year 10. I turned round to my teacher, A, and said; “what is the point?” - that’s when I first started opening up about my problems.
“I’ve always known Chloe was a bit ‘different’. Even when she was a toddler I could see she was different to other kids her age.”
I will never forget hearing those words from my mum. Not for any negative reasons, but because it affirms OCD is something I was born with, it is a part of me as much as my blonde hair, blue eyes, my laugh.
My Mum was the only person I had in my corner during my darkest days, battling the demon that is depression. She has been my rock, my inspiration to fight on and the only person who’s made me feel loved.