I don't know if anyone reads these or not but here's a quick rundown of the past 2 and a bit years involving, mostly, college ....
The first year (2013), not enough people paid. So the course didn't run. So, I waited until the next year (2014) but the year of basic social isolation made immersing myself back in that environment difficult.
So I, for my own mental health, decided I would try again the next year.
When I applied, I was in reasonably high spirits. I had had an amazing few months, visited France and Belgium, saw my favourite band Linkin Park live (for the first time from becoming a fan 8 years ago)... then something changed.
I hit a real low point. To the stage where I was ready to end my life.
For my own safety I was placed in a mental health hospital (on the very day that I was due to have an interview for college!)
That was back in April and I'm happy to say that I'm in a much better mental state. My college tutors were all very understanding and having been at the college for three prior to all of this, they knew me and my work. So they knew that I was "talented" and capable enough to be able to go for the course again.
The summer project arrived and to my dismay, it was the same one that I had already done twice before (yay...not), there's only so many things you can take for "A really bad smell" before a pile of dog poo becomes a real option. But it's nearly over, submission is on august 13th and college will start around the beginning of September.
To say I'm nervous is an understatement, because I am royally shitting myself. I don't want another scenario of where I can't handle it. I really want to do this course and I'm determined to do it... even if it kills me.
Listening to: Cut the Cord - Shinedown