As a teen, my best friend Jess would describe me as highly-strung. My Mum once told me I suffered 'with the nerves' as a kid and had I been living in Victorian Britain it's certain I'd have been prescribed bed rest for months at a time.

OCD stands for Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. Having a tidy desk, using a lot of hand sanitizer or cleaning a lot is not a disorder. It's actually pretty normal. A true disorder is one that stops you living your life in a normal way. There's 'being clean' (which is most people) and there is washing your hands obsessively until they are constantly cracked and bleeding and in pain. That is a disorder.

One year I became obsessed with finding my 'signature scent', one that if people caught a whiff of, they'd instantly think of me. So every time I travelled (and I travel a fair bit) I bought a new bottle. I ended up spending over €1000 in a year just on perfume. I did eventually find a scent that most felt like 'me' (Armani, Si, incase you're interested) but at a huge cost and so much waste.

If I don't talk much, here or on my Instagram, about the struggles of life, it's because I don't have many. And realistically, the ones I do have are, at most, mild annoyances. I'm lucky that life is so good right now, and has been for a while. But reflecting on some of the less amazing days is a great way to properly appreciate just how great things are.

In January I discovered we have 24 hour GP services in Malta, and had the chance to compare public and private healthcare in Malta when I spent most of the month in and out of hospital and doctors offices; being kept in, monitored and going through a multitude of basic and invasive tests. Stress, a virus and a chronic condition all combined in January to pretty much break me…