Its official, I will be graduating in July with a 2.1 BSc Honours in Physiotherapy. I’m so over the moon that all the hard work over the last three years has paid off and in a couple of weeks time I’ll be a fully qualified physiotherapist.
I must admit, the three years have had their ups and downs. Firstly, I didn’t want to go to university, but had no choice as I knew I wanted to be a Physiotherapist. I also remember I absolutely hated my first week of uni, it wasn’t until I’d made some friends and settled into my lectures that I really began to enjoy it.
The hardest term for me, was the first term of my second year, I was really struggling with severe anxiety and depression, making it difficult to keep up with the workload. Once I admitted I was struggling, I received a great support from my uni, had some 1-2- sessions of Cognitive Behaviour Therapy (CBT) and still managed to pass my exams for that term. The hardest hurdle came when it was time to write my dissertation. I truly underestimated how hard it would be to write it. I don’t know how many times I cried the week of writing it, but with the support of friends and family, I completed it and achieved a good result, way above what I imagined I could do.
When I first started uni I would have been disappointed to finish with anything less that an 1st, but the combination of things I went through during the 3 years, I could’t be happier with a 2.1. I’ve learnt that you can achieve anything you want, as long as you put your mind to it and how much having a supportive network helps.
I wouldn’t have gotten through the last three years if it wasn’t for the friends I made at university; Lorraine, Becky, Laura and Maria, my personal tutor, lady from IDAPT services and of course my family. If you’re struggling with anything, at any point in your life, just ask for help. Doesn’t matter who it is, just ask.
From Rachel with love x