
I first met Amy when we were both 16.
Looking back, it was a set of particularly cliched circumstances that brought us together. She had moved cities for her mum’s work, started a new school and didn’t know anyone.
I was charged, on that first morning of meeting her, with showing her around the school. For, as my teachers liked to call it, “keeping an eye out” for her.
So I did. And it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Now we are 24 and have been friends for nearly eight years.
Since then, Amy has been the closest thing to a sister I could ever find. I talk to her everyday, I see her every other day and every weekend is put aside for us to do something together.
I message her as soon as something goes wrong, goes right or if my day is lagging so much I need a little pick-me-up.
And until recently, our relationship has had all the ingredients it has ever needed to work.
Leaving school, I pursued my love of writing and my desire to be a journalist while Amy chased her love of science and began to work her way to becoming a Naturopath.
Despite our difference belief systems regarding healthcare, I have always had the deepest respect for Amy and her her pursuit of natural remedies to help treat everyday illnesses. She is passionate about healthy living and the maintenance of our wellbeing and totally realistic about how both doctors and naturopaths both have a place in our world and can co-exist harmoniously.
However, recently, something has been a little bit off kilter.