Beyond The Degree

So here I am at 6:52 am on December 31st, lying in my bed trying to manically be productive and get my academic life together. I realise that I probably should have started this earlier, but I think the deeper rooted point that should be taken from this is how quickly the first term of third year has flown by, and how I have not had time, up until these holidays to really stop and take a break. This is partially down to my studies, partially down to the extra-curricular activities I'm involved in, and just how busy life has been for me trying to work out what I need to do to build a career. Crazy.  The most important thing that I want to look back on this year is the mental progress that I have made. In the second semester of 1st year (2016), I was diagnosed with depression. One of the hardest things about this illness is that I never knew what to expect and when I was going to beat it. This uncertainty unsettled me further as obviously you can't be given a time frame

So before I combust (literally), I am actively searching for any vices to try and prevent the aforementioned occuring.  Third year really is no joke. What I'm finding particularly horrific this morning as I angrily type,sigh , and roll my eyes is that I've had no marks back yet and it is TEN weeks into the term. This is actually an easily stressed out person's nightmare. No indication of knowing where I am at in such a crucial year is not really ideal, but at the same time knowing where I am at would probably be enough to push me into hysteria. So my complaining here is even more ineffective and purposeless than it normally is. Yay.  I can't help but simultaenously laugh and cry that this year has actually proven to me that I academically peaked in Year 6. Since then, I have been scribbling down nonsense on assignments and if I couldn't successfully do it pre univeristy, I don't know why I thought I could do it now but anyway... Also before I move on