Proud?

Today I had my last meeting of second year with my Uni Mental health adviser. I've been seeing her since October and had never stopped to think about how much things had changed. The session started as normal same questions, updated her on my life and the most recent steps I've taken & she told me that she was proud of me. I asked her why and she went into say that in my first few sessions she didn't know if I'd ever realise that I was the one who needed help. Now I'm at the stage where I'm openly asking for advice and speaking about my feelings without having a complete guilt fuelled melt down. It was at this moment where I realised that I should feel proud, although this year at uni has been very difficult to manage, I've proactively managed it and fought through.

Things like this make me realise how lucky I am to have such a support system around me of people who motivate me to never give up on myself regardless of how frequently I think that this is the case.

To say that I'm scared about my future is an understatement, but right now, I am Proud to be me. I really to believe that I can fight this and live my life with a real smile on my face.

Sorry for the late night ramble, remember that it's okay to be proud of yourself, as well as of those around you.

Love and hugs

Sophie x