I’m seeking help to fund a masters degree.
In the summer of 2018, I graduated with a psychology BSc degree from The Open University. I went on to study an MSc in Forensic Psychology after this at Manchester Met. This differed from my undergraduate degree in that I went from distance learning to a ‘brick’ university and having suffered from social anxiety, this seemed to exasperate my symptoms and so I had to withdraw. You might ask why I decided to go to a brick university then in the first place? I thought it would change me, to push me out of my comfort zone and force me to address the issue. In fact, it made it much worse. It got to a point where I I couldn’t leave the house and would sit in complete silence and darkness in the confines of my house. The only way I could forget about it was to drink to medicate and I became quite dependent. (I’m now 3 weeks sober!)
As a boy previously in care, my education has always been important to me. Spending my early years with parents victims of dependency, my young life was tough. I am very keen to help others in similar situations. But I don’t have family to call upon and to ask for their help in helping me to achieve this. Opportunities to go to university in the first place were slim but to go on to further study, even less so…
Due to withdrawing from my MSc course due to my issues with social anxiety I am no longer eligible for a postgraduate student loan which would mean, in my current circumstances, that I’ve reached the end of the road in terms of study. I was very fortunate to garner much needed support first time round and to some extent I feel I’ve let people down. But I must get back up and try again.
So I’ve been forced to create a second GoFundMe page to assist. This time I hope to return to my original method of study, which was distance learning. That way I can continue to work on the social anxiety without the added pressure of studying within a hugely social environment. This would likely commence is September 2019.
I have three main passions which I hope to incorporate into my working career – looked after children and young people, mental health and addictions. I am really ready for the next stage of my fight to become a better person but really need help to achieve it.If you’d like to know a little more about me I’ve created a website at http://www.thecarekid.com. Take a look. As a side note, I’d like to thank everyone who has helped me so far in an all manner of ways. Although my fight continues I will do you and myself proud!
Today, Sunday 17 February 2019, I was baptised into the Church of England at St Chad’s church in Manchester.
I’ve visited many of the grandest and most beautiful churches, cathedrals and basilicas from across the world over the years and have always found a spiritual calmness and peace within myself whilst inside them.
More recently, in Barcelona, at the Cathedral and at the Basílica de la Sagrada Família, I sat and had a silent conversation with God. In the six months prior, I had experienced high elation with graduating with my BSc (Hons) degree and starting my masters but this quickly began to exasperate my feelings of social anxiety. I found it hard to deal with, particularly with the feeling that I was letting both myself down and those who had invested in me, whether financially or emotionally. The social anxiety prevented me from leaving the house, often sitting in silence and darkness with my blinds closed afraid even that someone would knock on the door filling me with fear and dread. I was drinking more than ever to self medicate for the feelings of coming back down to earth with a crash! At one point drinking about 8 bottles of wine over 4 days (Probably about 90 units over those four days when the recommended 7 day total for a man is 14). Then out of the blue, I felt an overpowering need to get away to somewhere I was not known by anyone and I went to Barcelona. In both the Cathedral and Basilica, I felt close to tears. I made an emotional agreement with God that if he gave me the courage and strength to come through the other side I would stop drinking and putting my health into jeopardy as I’d done so many times before.
It’s almost three weeks now since I touched alcohol. Whilst I’ve not yet recommenced my studies, I’ve returned to work and my blinds are open! Small steps. To make my promise stronger, being baptised felt the right thing for me to do. I wanted to know that I had that constant gentle hand of guidance, support and encouragement when times were hard. A faith that I could be more if I gave myself the chance and God, at least in some small part, helped me to achieve that.
Where I originate from, confessing to having a faith isn’t something that people usually do. Though I suspect many of those people believe in God, or other religions.
I remember being a small child and my mother always wearing a silver cross. She always said she believed in God, but she never went to church and I’m not sure that she really knew what exactly it was she was pouring her faith into. On many occasions, my mother lost her cross; it somehow becoming lose from the silver chain without her always immediately noticing and I would retrace all her steps until I found it. I was successful on a fair number of times.
As I’ve got older, I believe more that there is a higher being. Something looking over us, supporting us, guiding us. And in recent months, where times have been tougher for me, I have felt that I’ve needed that and it encouraged and helped me through those difficulties. Again, it felt right for me then to confirm my belief to God, in his presence.
Today, I feel peaceful and happy.
Many of you might or might not know, but for the past couple of years, but particularly in the last few months, I have suffered from crippling social anxiety. Sometimes it meant I couldn’t go out of the house, and often would sit throughout the day in darkness with the blinds closed. This was causing me to drink much more than I normally would and consequently causing further anxiety and health worries of its own.
Today I’ve just been for a walk around my local park in the sunshine seeing all the crocuses, snow drops and daffodils sprouting and it’s done wonders for my mood. One of only a handful of times in the last month or two I’ve taken myself out on an non-essential journey. I’m hoping that with spring around the corner, and having knocked alcohol on the head, my health too can start a rebirth. I have found that wearing my headphones helps significantly as it’s kind of disconnects me to the world (but I have to ensure I keep my wits about me…!!) But the main thing is, I’m feeling positive!
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A worthwhile read regarding the effect that childhood trauma has on the prefrontal cortex in the brain.