Ok so before I start I realise that no-one is invincible and the 'end' is inevitable for all of us... however at the time when I was diagnosed with aggressive and advanced Stage 3 Burkitt Lymphoma at 29, i hadn't even considered the possibility, happily obliviously content living in the notion that I was certain to live for a very long time.

I'm in remission now, 12 months strong and trying to move on with my life, however dealing with a multitude of struggles and hurdles with my mental health. The primary hurdle I am faced with is the stark realisation that my life is fragile, and I'm not as invincible as I would like to believe.

from the moment I was diagnosed, the big ugly beast known as cancer stared me in the face, With the intention of ending my life before I'd even considered it had properly started. At various points throughout my treatment cycle I had to face the prospect of 'the end' head on... and it's a sobering thought I haven't been able to shake since. To make matters worse, a bout of sepsis kicked in not long after my successful treatment - a sting in the tail to remind me to not be so complacent in future.

struggling mentally at the moment, I wonder if anyone can relate...