- Sep 22, 2020
Im 30, always thinking i'd get over it. Dead end jobs forced me to take a chance at university, a mature student, how strange. Excited still. Spent a year doing a course at college that if im being honest didnt set me up for university but got me in. The first year fantastic. Almost 4 and half hours away from my own reality by train or car. Perfect. My first few terms flew by in an instant. At this point I hadnt self harmed myself since 2002. A troubled 22 year old with no path and support to him. Decided to cold turkey everything, drink, drugs and SH. Leads me to this point. A 2nd year student with fantastic friends, housemates and course. Laid in bed, crying red typing this out. J.