Mylo Kaye, my battle with demons and the path to happiness.

You hear stories of how exciting, liberating and hard working University is. You get told that the many parties and mingling with like-minded people will be ‘the best time of your life’. When I think back to back to the start of 2009, when I started a web development course at Manchester Metropolitan University, I remember the good times, the parties, sharing a pizza with my friend who I moved to Manchester with. I had a great time at University. That’s what I tell people, that’s what I say when I get asked. My life at University was a whole lot darker. Walking into the student counselling service and sitting down on cold hard chairs I remember looking at posters on the wall with the message, “Talk to someone”. It wasn’t until that day I was able to open up to someone, being able to offload all my problems was just the beginning. 4th November 2008 I got the call, the call that everyone dreads. I immediately hung up after hearing the news that my Uncle had died, my world became cold and dark on hearing from my Mum that my uncle had died, I stopped still in the street

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