I recently realised something. They looked at my resume, decided I was a suitable candidate and called me down. They liked my experience and education. However, the moment they realised I had a mental illness, my qualifications meant nothing. I became a walking mental illness.
Today’s the third last day of university life for me, and I have successfully accomplished the task of befriending the resident cat at school. Nothing school or job related. To be honest, I do feel the impending dearth of future aspirations. It’s like training to be a teacher and then, well, not becoming a teacher.