The night before my final exam of my degree. I feel as wound up as a kid the night before Christmas. I feel like everything’s going to be different at this time tomorrow.
I resent so much that having this crappy illness has reduced what I’ve achieved while being at uni. I actually enjoyed studying this semester, and I’m not sure if that’s a result of the drugs working or just because I knew this was my last semester. I wonder whether I might have gone down another path had I been well, whether I could have gone on to achieve more. But mostly I’m scared that it will push me into having to make choices that are less than ideal.
Anyway. Onwards and upwards, I hope.