I had a mental health relapse in my third year of university. I was so close to dropping out because I hadn’t written my dissertation. I had been to Jamaica to do my research already but when it came to writing I would sit there, stare at my screen, and not be able to write a thing. For me, my mind goes straight to ‘it’s not going to be good enough, i’m going to fail, what’s the point?’... And so my response is avoidance. It got to Easter and I hadn’t done anything because my anxiety had kicked in, causing my depression to come back. I just, kind of, lost it. That Easter I ended up going home. I was basically under self-imposed house arrest. My mum sat in a room with me and I wrote my dissertation in a week and a half. She looked over everything for me and I got a 60. I just got a 2:1. I was so happy.