Freedom

I have a guest post for you today! This one is written by one of my good blog friends, Izzy. I stumbled across her blog about four or five years ago, and she was the one who inspired me to jump on this crazy blogging train. I’ve loved every minute of it, and I’ve loved being able to read about the person who inspired me to start! Take a look at her guest post before heading over to her blog! 🙂 

Freedom, the word I literally have stamped on my body. It’s a word that has so much meaning, but also so many different meanings.

What exactly is freedom? Many people assume that freedom is the same as YOLO (for those of you who don’t know, YOLO means you only live once). Once again, the word YOLO has many different meanings…to go out drinking everyday, behave recklessly and only think of the now, not thinking of the consequences in the future. Is that the same as freedom?

To some, being free means being able to go drinking, spend late nights out raging around in the city or up until the early hours wasting time and doing crazy things.

While for others freedom is being able to travel the whole world, experience new things, go on adventures and have no one hold them back from what they want to do.

For me, freedom means freedom from my past.It means that I am the one in control, that I have freedom to make the choices I want. For so many years, in fact, almost my whole life I have never really had any choices. I have had simple choices of whether I want an apple or an orange, whether I want to wear converse or boots etc, but I never got to make other important choices. They were taken away from me.

My parents divorced when I was very young, so every weekend my sister and I would travel 90 minutes to spend 2 days with our dad and then the other 5 days would be spent at our mums. When I got older the travelling, and not having the choice of whether I want to spend a whole week at my dads place or a whole week at my mums place bothered me a lot.

My chronic illness, Cystic Fibrosis,  stole a lot of my choices as I was sick so often. I had to take medication everyday, be admitted to hospital and go to hospital appointments every 2-4 weeks. When I became sick with anorexia (which lead to other things), my choices were once again taken away from me. I thought it was a way of controlling myself and my life, getting my choices back, but my choices were taken away from me. I spent 2 years in different hospitals trying to recover and there I had almost no choices, which made me feel like I was suffocating and had no control over anything anymore. I was just a doll, I had no power or control over my own life.

I am very independent and like to have control over things and be able to make my own decisions. So not being able to do any of those things was the worst thing imaginable, but it also gave me a reason to fight. To get my freedom back.

Once I recovered and got my freedom and health back, I told myself I would NEVER go back to the way I was before. I would never let go of my freedom… from that moment on I would make my own choices, I would be free.

Not only free to live my life and make choices, but free from my past and my past demons.

When I was recovered and healthy I decided to tattoo the word ‘Freedom’ and birds on my arm as a symbol of what I have been through as well as the freedom I have now.

Freedom to me means being happy, being free, making decisions YOU are happy about.  Choosing whether you want to work or go to school, whether you want to eat oatmeal or yoghurt, whether you want to live in the country you do or move country. I am a strong believer in choices and having the right to choose which leads to my strong belief in freedom!

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