I was happy on holiday.
So, so, so happy.
It was great.
I thought I'd moved on.
I hadn't.
It happened in November.
I went on holiday over Christmas, about a month after it happened.
I hadn't been doing too well before Semester One finished.
I got marginally better over the days I was home.
But holiday was brilliant, another level, everything disappeared from my mind...
Until a few days after we returned.
It was really upsetting because I thought I'd finally recovered. I had absolutely no trouble on holiday and I was actually happy, really happy.
I had assignments to do when we returned, both assessed. It took a while to ease back in to 'work mode', especially after recovering from jet lag. It was really hard getting motivated and I gradually started to feel worse. Something just didn't feel quite right and I started to feel all tired again. I managed to get most of my first essay done Wednesday after doing lots of research earlier in the week. It was all going well until Wednesday night.
Wednesday night was horrible.
I had a nightmare.
It all returned.
Just came flooding back.
I was going back to my flat on Thursday.
Back to where I stay during Term-Time.
Why did it all come back?
I thought it was over.
I was wrong.
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Confusion
General FictionThe journey of a girl trying to understand and find acceptance after a Night Out at Uni. Please note this book comes with a trigger warning- if you would like info as to why please feel free to PM me.
