Halfway through my undergrad studies, I realised that this study bulimia was not sustainable at all. At least not for me. I find it hard to summarise what I have actually learned at school, let alone apply any of these theories in real life.

For most of my life, I was convinced that depression was all about our brains and that the pain we felt when experiencing these emotions was nothing more than a chemical imbalance.

It's funny how we use the expression 'time to kill', when all the magic lies in those small moments that aren't numbed by external distractions.

My mind was working at full speed, allowing me to form thoughts I didn't even know I had. Which brings me back to today and my longing for this superpower.

In the context of 'bigger' life decisions, I thought that having a carefully crafted plan would actually get in the way of going with the flow and letting things unfold.

After two weeks of living in this absolute mental nightmare, which, by the way, was (once again) entirely fed by my thoughts, I took a step back and realised something important. Everything was actually fine.