In 2011 when I announced to my G.P. and Psychotherapist that I wanted to go to college they both looked at me as though I was mad. I was in the middle of receiving treatment for (PTSD) Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and not in a very good place, I lost my job and became a recluse, I locked myself away as I didn't know how to face my illness, let alone the world. They told me that I wasn't ready for the pressure that a course would put on my body and brain and dismissed my wish as stupid. I didn't listen to them, and today at 9.50am I received the news and confirmation that my two years of hard-work, no social life and my head jammed in books had finally paid off because today I qualified as an:
Early Years Practitioner
And to top it off, just like my course last year I have come out with an "A" for my Graded Unit. A unit that caused me lots of anxiety "why?" because I was terrified of it. I had never carried out any kind of research let alone put questionnaires, surveys and interviews together, but I tried my best and studied what I needed to know, and it worked.
I can't even remember being handed the piece of paper with my grade on it. My lecturer just sat and stared at me as I tried to take in what she had handed me. She then burst out laughing at my reaction, which I have to admit took about 2 minutes to come, I sat with wide eyes then a huge grin came over my lips and the words 'Really, are you sure? I've passed.' Then she winked and said 'Most definitely, well done.'
So here I am at 16.30 telling the world and to be honest I'm still kind of gob-smacked and dazed but you know what?
I did it!