After getting so low that I ended up in a psychiatric ward and finding out my nan has cancer with not long to live. I really needed something to pull me out of the deep, dark abyss I found myself in, A light at the end of the tunnel if you will, and I found that in a letter. A letter that told me I got accepted into the college I wanted.
It was the first college I’d applied for after leaving sixth form and I really liked it, the atmosphere, the staff and how convenient it is for me to get to by bus. I’m going to be doing Photography there and they want to see me for enrolment on 6th September where I will become an official student.
I was honestly starting to worry that I wouldn’t get a place as I hadn’t heard from the college in so long and for a while I didn’t think I could cope with a new college because of my mental state but after the ward I found that I can survive practically anything, psychiatric wards are tough places to be in, sort of like prison really.
Now obviously things aren’t miraculously totally better, I’m still ill, I still have Depression and BPD (which my new college is willing to help me with)My depression has just sort of subsided for a while as I’m so focused on college and photography. My BPD will still be around until I can get the right help which still hasn’t been settled yet. So don’t think everything is going to be peachy from now on, it’s still going to be a bumpy ride, so we all better buckle up and prepare for this new adventure.
Song of the day: I’m Coming Home by Skylar Grey