It’s just a strange feeling to go back to somewhere so much the same that you could begin to imagine it has been suspended in time all along, and the one thing that has changed most is actually yourself.
Of course, it meant having teachers ask me about my health and how I’m doing. I do appreciate that they care, I was very close with many of them, and they were there all along after I got sick and the accidents - I literally couldn’t have finished school without their incredible support. But I just hate the answer I have to give, the ‘I’m about the same, but it’s okay because I’m still in uni and loving it - and I owe a big part of that to you guys getting me through’. It’s hard to believe I’ve been sick for so long, and I wish the answer could be differnet.