When the news came out that I was planning to compete again, nobody could quite believe it. Coaches, gymnasts, judges, you name it - they all said it couldn't be done. And I can understand where they were coming from. I was just 18 when I quit - and here I was, a 31-year-old mum expecting to carry on where I'd left off. It was unheard of.
Your safety is being put at risk. My greatest fear is that nothing changes, the NHS slowly crumbles, stretching more and more, doctors too tired to concentrate, patient care suffering, safety put at risk. You as a patient know this from your experiences every day. If the NHS is going to survive for the future, all of us - patients, public, professionals and politicians, need to accept that it isn't working. We need an honest discussion about its future. We need to start talking.
The detrimental effects this 'one change' will have is overwhelming. As a recent graduate who cannot afford to live in London, I am disgruntled to find out my daily commute to work in London from my hometown of Rugby on an open return is trebling in price from £27.60 a day to £86, more than my entire daily wage.
Support for children with mental health issues is actually decreasing at alarming speed. £80m has been cut from the NHS mental health budget for children and adolescents in the past four years, including £35m in the last year alone. Without access to help and treatment, children's issues will only continue into adulthood - all the time developing into more serious conditions.
The problem with almost all of these features are their expectations of us as human beings. They're hopelessly unrealistic. I, for example, do not want my family to know where I am all the time. For starters there's the basic issue of privacy, and, secondly, if they did know they'd probably start wondering why I don't have a drinking problem.
My name is Jacob Lewis and my story took over A-level results day 2015. I opened my results at approximately 8.30am (cue high-fives and bear hugs with the Principal) and by that evening I was everywhere; newspapers, TV, radio - but why? I accomplished this while being, for all intents and purposes, homeless during the academic year.
Later we returned home. Instead of carrying my new born child I carried a yellow folder. Inside was the information we would need to help get us through the next few weeks. How to organise a funeral, register a death, counselling services and Sands.
As soon as I revealed that I was a Muslim, I was asked to pose as a terrorist, and was badly convinced that doing so would be good journalism. Well, I don't think this. In fact I think the complete opposite.
I more than anything wish I was always there at your beck and call. Reading when you wanted me to. And not washing up. Always willing to watch Peppa with you. And not tidying up Lego. Saying "OK!" to every chocolate bar and every time you begged to stay up late?
Since the start of the new millennium our exposure to chiselled arms, shaved chests and sculpted six-packs has been impossible to avoid, as marketing executives the world over latched on to this aesthetic ideal to promote products and sell services.
The 'chems' on offer are invariably methadone and GHB. They are easy to find and relatively cheap. They are also incredibly potent. Chill outs can drag on for an entire weekend. Without the drugs you would not be able to stay awake for so long. As the sleep deprivation combines with the high, you can loose control of yourself very suddenly.
We have seen glimpses of innovation agility across the system - last year just 3% of GPs in England offered patients' online appointments, repeat prescriptions and access to summary information in medical records. Now this stands at 97%. A decade ago, it cost millions to sequence a genome, now it's less than £1,000.
My baby is one in a couple of weeks and all of a sudden it just feels so milestoney. Much to my surprise I've gone all knobheadish and smushy about it. I feel like I want to sniff his hair and drink in his babyness before he starts lobbing lightsabers at my head and asking me to pull his finger.
I've never moved in military circles. I'm from a family of civvies, which has made my learning curve all the steeper. There is much to understand. Since my baptism of fire at the Invictus Games, Help for Heroes have welcomed me into the fold.
I've always been hankering for more. As a physiotherapist, it is half science and half art, and I do love both. But at school, I was always an artist first, and science took second place. My teenage hobby was making super-8 films. In a funny way, I still feel like an artist and somehow I want down the wrong path.
Like a lot of men I've spoken to since hearing talk of women-only train carriages, I feel genuinely offended. Most men I know are good guys. They are loving sons, brothers, fathers and husbands. They respect women and men alike and try to live life in such a way that doesn't upset, offend or intimidate others.
I always thought as long as I'm not reporting in a war-torn country, as long as I stay out of metropolitan areas, I'm safe aren't I? If Alison Parker -- who is my age and doing the same work I'm doing -- could be gunned down in broad daylight, then why should I feel safe?
Despite popular misconceptions, concerns about the impact of immigration on jobs and wages are not borne out by the evidence. Numerous academic studies have found essentially no association between immigration and employment rates or wage depreciation for native born workers. Migrant workers are also proportionately more entrepreneurial than native born people.
His official campaign Twitter said this: "Jeremy has opened a debate on street harassment that is otherwise ignored." Well thank you so much Mr Corbyn. I must have imagined the stellar work by the @everydaysexism team for the past however many years. Or the local Hollaback campaigns in both London and Birmingham. I must have dreamed the Labour Women's Safety Commission meetings organised by Yvette Cooper. A lovely dream where I went to lots of local and national consultations with all of the founders of those campaigns and many other women's groups.
Today Jeremy Corbyn issued his policy on combating street harassment. We are two of the women that were involved in suggesting the seven proposals outlined in this document. This year alone we have been on empty Tube carriages while a man has masturbated, been followed home, felt the need to abort journeys on public transport, and felt wary to report assault to the police.
Saying that women should travel in single-sex carriages to avoid harassment is much the same as suggesting that women should dress conservatively in order to avoid being raped. The measure places responsibility in the hands of women.
Women, who may be working, reading, sleeping or just not interested, are forced to negotiate their space knowing that the man sitting beside them might be the one who calls them a frigid bitch if they don't want to chat. Or, the one who punches her in the face.
Today, 60 years on, Guinness World Records - as it was renamed in 2001 when it was finally sold by the brewery - continues to top the best-sellers lists. In 1974, it overtook Dr Benjamin Spock's Baby and Child Care as the biggest selling copyrighted title of all time, and it remains the world's best-selling annual book, with accumulated sales to date of more than 132 million copies.