Drawing Lines

This image helped me get through a tough seven days.

The last week felt like a total write off. In retrospect, now that the storm has passed, I feel like I have learned alot. As far as my health goes it was the lowest point since the start of my post grad career.

All optermism faded and my inner self critical cynic grew.

Stress and anxiety bubbled up towards the tail end of last week and as my sleep time reduced, days blured and the walls came crumbling down. My immunesystem called it a day and anibiotics where prescribed.

The number of pills I tuck per day jumped from three to eleven

Rather than listen to my body (and parents!!!) and take time to rest, I kept ploughing forward, trying to solve everything yet achieve nothing.

Instead of just letting go and moving on from a programming assignment, I threw more and more time at it, leaching into hours for other important assignments and tasks.

Full blown panic attacks set in, my OCD symptoms increased and more sleep was lost. The cycle would start again.

My mind wasn't thinking straight, problem solving abilities went down the drain . . . my solution . . . up the work hours (big mistake).

Crossed Lines

I have calmed now and am clawing my way back. This is in massive thanks to the understanding and support from my family, friends and the University staff who had the patience to deal with me in such a disasterous state.

I have made a plan for the up-and-coming week and intend to stick to it, moving on when required.

Vertical lines from Rome

This post is more for me to vent and get it all out of my head, than for anybody reading it, although if you can learn from my mistake that's a bonus. If you are struggling ask for help, most people don't want to watch you drown.

One thing's for sure, I am drawing a line under this week, a new chapter is underway.