In response to Safety First
Having been in Canterbury for nearly 3 months I haven’t had any bad experiences. Sure, I’ve ignored my mum’s warnings of not walking down the long, well lit, CCTV camera covered path between campus and the student village when I’ve been really drunk. But nothing has ever happened. Nothing has ever made me feel unsafe.
In response to The Guilt that Haunts Me
It was a long time ago when some stuff happened with my family. Bad stuff. Stuff that hurt me deep down in my soul and made me question everything. But there was always something that I never told anyone. Something that still haunts me today. Something that I think about over and over again.
Something that I tell very few people, let alone strangers over the internet, is that someone in my family suffers from depression and a few years ago attempted to take their own life.
At the time I was young and didn’t fully understand. I blamed myself, I tried myself to sleep for months and only stopped because we were going on a family holiday where I would be sharing a room. It took me a long time to get over it because we didn’t talk about it.
But I don’t feel guilt over it just because it happened. Not any more.