I usually start to stress and panic approximately Ten minutes before something's even happened...and that's on a good day. So you can only imagine what I've been like during the last two weeks running up to the dissertation hand-in deadline. A mess.
Some may say I need psychiatric help. Some may say I just need a slap. But what I really need, and it's quite simple, is reassurance and patience - not from me but from those that surround me. There's thankfully a lot of people around me that have these qualities. And there's those that just burden me with their own problems, on top of mine. But of course, aside from the bubble of stress I'm living in, I'm all ears to some.
I'm mostly sane down to my mum. She's strong-willed, tough, understanding, inspirational, all-knowing and can solve almost anything. If she can't solve something, I won't bother trying myself. If she can't find it-it's not there!
If I grew up to be half the person she is, I'd be over the moon. To be able to give my child what she gave me, not thousands of pounds, but time, love and answers - I'd call myself a good mother. And a best friend.
