The metaphorical ‘they’ always used to tell me that university would be the best years of my life, that I would make life-long friends and life-long memories. They were wrong. However, that is not necessarily a bad thing, because I managed to learn so much more from my bad university experience this way.
In all three years of university, I ran the course of petty dramas, bullying, fair-weather friends and heart-breaks right through to panic and anxiety attacks, suicidal thoughts and depression (caused by the aforementioned plus a long and convoluted back-story). My university years started to featured an enforced theme of ‘me against the world’, because whenever things became increasingly tough I seemed to become increasingly isolate