Where do I start?

First my father got fired in New Zealand which forced us to move to Australia.

Then my older sister was not happy at our new school so she had to go to another.

Then our family really knew we were in a bad run and thought there can be nothing worse than this.

Then it happened!

I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.

The family in New Zealand was worried about me and paid hardly any attention to my sister. Sometimes I blame myself for what happened next.

My sister had depression and was hurting herself with razor blades.

My sister was sent to the local hospital with no one knowing what was wrong apart from her. A couple of weeks later she was sent to the Women's and Children's Hospital in the City with Anorexia.

She was in there for about 5 weeks.

Unfortunately she was sent to the hospital again for a really bad ear infection. This stay was only for 3 days.

Then I found myself standing next to a hospital bed in the CRAZY ward in the same hospital she was in a couple of weeks ago!