The past two years have been somewhat strage, a good friend of mine died which threw my life, and many around me, off kilter for a time. I got into and promptly left Manchester University, things ended between my boyfriend and I and it seemed at that moment that my life had crumbled around me and I had no means of rebuilding it. Things ,as they inevitably do, began to pick up. I decided to do something completely for myself and spent every penny I had on a trip to study history of art in Italy. I t was worth every penny and since then, though still smattered with the unavoidable pitfalls life has improved. I'm with a new boy, whom I am very happy with and have moved to London where I am studying English and Drama at Goldsmiths. I'm not living the carefree student life that everyone claims to have but I don't feel like I'm sinking quite as frequently as I used to. I've also finally started to do something about my mental health, after having seen a councelor for a period of time I am now partway through the diagnostic process, at the moment bipolar is a front runner. I can't say that's changed anything in particular but it hasn't made it any worse. Just give it time I suppose.