It was 5.30 in the evening when I dragged myself into my dark room, threw myself into bed and began weeping like an ailing banshee. After 3 grueling months of enduring recurring acute sacroiliac pain, being diagnosed with deficient vitamin D levels and attending weekly physiotherapy sessions that weren't seeming to help, it was no wonder that I was spontaneously bursting into tears, without warning, at any given time of the day. To top it all off, I was already struggling with weight loss issues. This was not the kind of life I wanted to be living in my early 20's! I mean, isn't this the age where I should be Continue Reading