During final year of University I was working four jobs, going to the gym at least four times a week, cycling around 8 miles to and from university everyday, oh and trying to get the highest grades possible.
I was running myself into the ground.
I’m not sure why I took on so much, maybe I felt the final year urge to do everything I thought I should have been doing the whole 3 years of my degree.
But whatever the reason it wasn’t good for me.
On top of all the stuff I was doing, I was also trying to figure out those big questions you feel pressured to know at 21.
Like: what you’ll do after graduation; who you want to be; and what the thing with that guy really means.
I wanted to be able to do everything.
I felt like I needed to prove I could do that. That I could manage all of these things and still get good grades. I wanted to do it all and do it smoothly.
And I did manage to graduate with a good grade and oomph up my cv with a load of experience from my jobs. Butttttt … I also had a breakdown. A pretty big one.