When i was at a certain university i was really struggling with PTSD, depression and psychosis. I had a really hard time coping with the syllabus and even leaving my room was difficult. I lost many friends in this period in my life. very valuable friends, who I now know were always looking out for me. Some people who I thought were my friends at the time didn’t help at all, and only spread rumours about me, and made me feel inadequate. I eventually had to drop out. I moved in with my mother and we fought a lot. I made her life a living hell (I’m sorry mama). My psychosis had gotten so bad to the point where i thought killing myself was the only option. I attempted, and failed. I stayed in hospital for a while. Attended some OT mood sessions, was put on medication. I don’t want to say that everything magically changed but with time, and medical help i healed. Now i am about to start studying what i’ve always wanted to, at the university of my dreams.
I used to think that that university was the worst thing that could happen to me, but looking back i would’t be where i am today if i didn’t take some bruises.
If you are dealing with depression or any mental illness don’t be afraid to speak up before it’s too late. You can achieve what you want in your life.