I've realised that I tend to overreact and feel certain emotions very strongly, more than what a ‘normal’ person would. Sometimes I can get very sad. I don’t know if I can use the word depressed.

No shift is the same, no day is the same, and no two people with the same illness are the same. I absolutely love my job. It’s tough, it’s intense, but it’s incredibly rewarding. Sometimes there’s aggression, sometimes even violence. There’s tears, screams and things being thrown right, left and centre. But there’s also smiles. There’s kindness. There is laughter.

The un-ravelling of my Dyspraxia and the lack of knowledge that I had it through school, college, and my first attempt at University, is something that I had not let myself come face to face with until recently.

Psychology has been a passion of mine ever since I started studying at A-level: 6 years ago (how on earth is it 2020!!?). For the first year of sixth form I wasn’t in the best head-space; in fact, I barely passed my exams (thank goodness for retakes). However, one thing I could take away with a smile was a new-found love for a discipline I have indulged ever since; now studying Psychology at undergrad with the Open University.

I have always been drawn to the 'abnormal', how as a species our psychological state can deviate to such an extent it no longer fits within expected parameters. But what do you do, when you find yourself outside of the lines marking 'normal' function?

I remember sitting on the sofa with my mum at five years old, crying that I missed my dad. I remember not knowing what I was sad about, I was two when he passed, so what did I miss? I remember being told he would be proud of me growing up. I remember being told I looked like him, acted like him, that I carried him, within me. But who was that? Who was he? Who am I if I portray a person I never even knew?

Am I happy? Am I contented with what my life is about? Why am I sad? Is my sadness or happiness valid? Do you often question yourself what it means to be happy? In this article I will take you through a series of personal experiences and how I managed to view my feelings as valid.

It’s a funny thing waiting. We all patiently - or impatiently - for our coffees, a letter, a phone call, an appointment. But what about situations where you didn’t place the order or you didn’t make an appointment? When you don’t know when or what your delivery’s going to be? We all know this kind of waiting room - the waiting room of life.