Towards the beginning of the year I had my life together. Finally I had friends who I loved, a degree I was passionate about, good at, and thoroughly enjoyed, and was having a great time at uni. Then, for no reason that I can work out, I was struck with clinical depression. Everything became a chore, and I withdrew into myself in a way that really scares me to think about.
Now I really hope that I won’t slip back into that when university starts again, and that I can find happiness in all that I do, and rejoice in life. Sounds cheesy, but I’ve realised that happiness is what makes life really worth living, and all the money and success in the world might as well be poverty and failure without this.
