My name is Kat. I’m 19. I live in Melbourne, Australia. I study Nursing, but write books instead of studying. I live for the worlds encased in the words in my books. I cannot imagine life without art, music, and food. Life is beautiful - something to be celebrated.
I have bipolar II, anxiety, as well as a life long battle with self-harm and resisting the urge to end my life. I’ve been abused in every way possible. Despite this I’m desperate to see each day through. I can’t give up.
I’m planning to go into mental health nursing when I finish uni - use the shit I’ve been through to help others have a better life. It’s the only good that can come out of the last 20 years.
