"And I shall pass, incredible as it seems, into other lives; this is only an escapade perhaps, a prelude only." ~ Virginia Woolf, The Waves
I finished my last exam this Thursday. I still can't believe that I've done it. There were so many times where I was on the brink of giving up, so many late nights with worry destroying my insides, so many thoughts consumed by what ifs... i don't know if i'm proud of myself because it feels a bit surreal and like such a trivial thing compared to other more tangent and troubling. It doesn't feel like i learnt how to be a psychologist, it feels much more than that. These years thought me about myself and my shortcomings, about my strength and personality, about my dreams and desires... i had many regrets over my choice in master and university but they were all because of self doubt and me not working hard enough and choosing to blame everything but me. Now that i realise this, i'm happy to have made the choices i made. I may sometimes regret them but they brought me to where i am: happier, more mature and more confident in who i am and in my abilities.