I’m an “ethical vegan” who lives by his principles.
I don’t believe in animal products, I don´t eat meat, I eat local, organic and pasture-raised produce.
I believe in a healthy diet, and I eat what I want when I want.
I’m not anti-vegan. But I donít believe there is any good evidence that veganism will work for me, or my family.
I was born and raised in the suburbs of Sydney, and grew up with an unhealthy diet.
I didn’t have a healthy childhood.
It was all about what was on the menu, not what was in my pantry.
I got into veganism in 2009 when I started working in the meat industry and found that the ethical principles that I had grown up with had no place in the workplace.
In short, veganism wasn’t a viable lifestyle option for me.
I started to look for alternatives, and the most common ones were organic and organic produce.
There was also a strong push for cruelty-free food and products.
I started looking for alternatives to my normal diet and began to explore veganism.
At the same time, I started to feel increasingly sick of my body, and felt trapped in my body.
I also noticed a significant decrease in my energy and mental well-being.
I was struggling to eat and sleep.
In addition, I had an increased sensitivity to pain, which caused me great distress.
I decided to get help.
I went to a vegan nutritionist and was prescribed an anti-inflammatory medication called psilocybin.
I used the medication for four weeks and it helped immensely.
My body responded to the medication much better than I had expected.
But it was not enough to save my life.
After four weeks, I began to notice signs of the flu and developed symptoms of anxiety and depression.
My anxiety and mood worsened, and my appetite became erratic and I lost weight.
I became very worried about my health and wellbeing.
I went to see a GP about my anxiety, and was told I was not mentally healthy enough to do so.
My GP told me I needed to stop taking the medication, but I didnít want to, and continued to take the medication despite the adverse effects.
At this point, I was starting to worry that I might be experiencing a psychotic episode.
I decided to seek medical help, and began talking to other vegan health professionals.
They told me that the medication was effective and that it was possible to continue taking it, but they were concerned that I could develop a psychotic break, and might end up harming myself.
I did not believe they were telling the truth.
I continued to feel extremely stressed and anxious, and also experienced a significant increase in pain.
I had no control over my condition, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to eat.
I felt I was losing control of my life and was losing hope for the future.
In September 2014, I went into hospital for an emergency operation to remove my gallbladder.
It took a few days for the doctors to realise that it had ruptured and that there was blood in my urine.
They then told me they had to remove a large section of my gallstone to save the life of my patient, and that I would be transferred to the intensive care unit.
After three weeks of inpatient hospitalisation, I received a discharge order and went home.
After six weeks in hospital, I developed severe anxiety, mood swings and depression and developed an eating disorder.
It had all started to get worse and worse.
In March 2015, I moved into my apartment, and became acutely depressed.
The last few weeks had been particularly difficult for me to process.
My family, friends and family members had left me, and even my sister, who was an avid animal rights activist, had given up on veganism completely.
My health was failing me.
In April 2015, after spending the last few days in hospital recovering from the gallstone removal operation, I decided I needed help.
After spending a few months in the intensive psychiatric unit, I ended up being admitted to a psychiatric ward.
The staff there told me my mental health had been deteriorating since I was discharged, and had been the reason why I had not started a relationship or started eating more regularly.
I asked the staff to remove all my personal possessions, but that was not an option.
I needed my mental wellbeing to return to normal.
I wanted to get on with my life again, and have some time to myself to heal.
I tried to convince myself that I needed the medication to stop my condition worsening, and would eventually be able to make the transition to a more fulfilling life.
I continued to experience severe depression and anxiety.
In August, I sought legal advice and started a legal action against the facility that had treated me.
The facility was ordered to pay me $50,000.
I appealed, and won.
In September 2016, the hearing judge ordered that the hospital must pay the