Meetings

Met with my favourite lecturer this morning and very nearly threw up before I went in. But I did go in, and I spoke and was myself and had a wonderful time. She made me feel like I deserved to be there, in a university room, sharing my ideas and all the things that I'm thinking.
I told her about the 'D' word and felt relieved when I had. She was thoughtful and kind. And when I saw my personal tutor that afternoon he responded in the same way, and told me I could still get a first and that I shouldn't worry or pressure myself or feel guilty about occasionally not being well enough. I walked out of his room and filled up with tears and wanted to run into every office on the second floor and kiss every person I found.