I tried to take my life by overdosing on a stupid amount of tablets which I am not even sure I feel comfortable talking about but it happened.I am still not over it to this day but I have since learnt how to control my feelings and it’s healthy to be upset sometimes because nobody can be strong all the time.
The lifestyle of most of the people in the country was a culture shock, I didn’t think I was going to last.
The fighting got worse, I was constantly under the influence of drugs and alcohol, the anger came out in all sorts of forms and no matter how hard I tried to stop it nothing ever changed.
For a few years I was set on joining the army until my hopes were crushed when they refused me due to my anger problems.
While my exams were on the horizon I moved into an all girls hostel which wasn’t too bad at first but then I got kicked out the month after I lost my great-grandmother as I never went there for two weeks.
My head was all over the place, we were so close and when I lost her it was like losing a limb.