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I had been ordered to do. I was so behind on my school work and had missed exams. I tried to make up exams, but the pain killers I had been prescribed caused me to hallucinatinate so that I saw double of everything on the page. It was difficult to know where the answer was meant to go. So then my grades began to drop.
After the plaster came off, I was still in pain. Still on crazy powerful pain killers that made me feel spaced out and high. I became very depressed and stressed. I was anti social and withdrawn. Mum was so worried she started keeping me home from school some days, and by the end of the year, I was so behind and so 'messed up' that she only sent me on exam days in those final few weeks. It was all I could really handle. Any high stimulus environment would just stress me out.
So I ended up with a pitiful tertiary entry score. My relationship with my boyfriend started to fail and I could not stand to be around him. Overall, I became a total mess and at times worried I would need to be hospitalised from the stress. After a while I moved on with my life. I found an alternative way to study psychology, since my first option was no longer an option. I started dating again and got back on track. I have never been through anything so stressful since that time. I feel stronger for it though. It helped confirm that psychology was the career choice for me so I could help understand my situation and help others through their own.
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