- Hollie Morris
Going to university was never something I thought I would do. I constantly compared myself to my
high achieving friends and family and thought academia was a life I wasn’t cut out for. On results
day, I camped out with friends and listened as they announced from their tents that they’d gotten in
to their first choice, and on the walk down to school to collect results my friends lined up for their
picture in the local paper after having the highest number of Oxbridge acceptances the school had
ever seen. I begrudgingly applied through UCAS after being told staying at home would be a ‘waste’
of my A levels. Having no idea what a ‘city campus’ was, much less what I wanted from a city I would
spend three years in, I chose a university almost at random on results day and moved in a month
later.
I felt quite uneasy and wasn’t sure if I wanted to go; I didn’t know anything about the city and the
glee and excitement I saw in my friends was completely alien to me. After one term I told my family I
didn’t want to go back, despite loving the course and being blessed with some truly caring
housemates. It wasn’t what I’d chosen, the city wasn’t for me, and I felt isolated. After being told to
‘give it one more term’ every time I came home, I’d somehow made it to the summer of my second
year. By this time, I had accepted that university was just going to be a slog that I had to endure and
that in one more year I’d have the degree and I could move on. At this point I went to see a
university counsellor that asked me what I wanted, and I explained that I felt like I hadn’t chosen to
be there, and it was too late to change path. Over a few sessions, we teased out that I loved History
and my tutors, but that I hadn’t had the opportunity to choose and this caused me to feel like I was
masquerading in someone else’s life. I learned that you can’t convince yourself you’re happy with
lists of pros and cons and wishing time away one term at a time.
It was only after admitting out loud to friends and a counsellor that I wasn’t happy that it became
clearer to me what I wanted. I wanted to be surrounded by the energy of a bustling city and have
more opportunities to be active outside of my course, and it was ok that I wasn’t finding that where I
was.
Eventually I shared with some friends that I was unhappy where I was and I wanted to move. They
assured me I could do it though it would be difficult, we were in the midst of strikes and getting hold
of my tutor was near impossible to discuss an exam, let alone to discuss transferring somewhere
else. In the end, a tutor met me for coffee and I explained what I wanted from uni and why I
thought I should move. He offered to read a sample of my writing that I’d send off for my transfer
application, and encouraged me to aim higher with my choices now that I had undergraduate writing
that would be considered alongside my A levels. This resulted in me getting in somewhere I wouldn’t
have been accepted to originally. By then I knew what I wanted from my surroundings and I was
more equipped to choose. I chose to live with a house full of people I had never met, and I had to
repeat a year. The changes were huge, but this time they were changes I had chosen. For the first
couple of weeks my anxiety was running high, but I began to understand the excitement my friends
were feeling. As I settled, I began to achieve higher academically and get involved in new hobbies
outside of my course.
Sometimes we are convinced of what our next steps ‘should’ look like; I was told I ‘should’ go to
uni at 18, and that I ‘should’ stick it out where I was. But for many of us, this isn’t the right path.
Living by someone else’s standards can make anxious voices or low moods much louder, and
listening to yourself and recognising that you don’t have to get a degree in three years, you don’t
have to go straight after school or college, and you certainly don’t have to ‘just go’ for fear of missing
out. I have since graduated from my second uni with a grade I’m proud of, and I’m currently
completing an MA. It has taken me five years and I’m incredibly glad I didn’t just ‘stick it out’ where I
was, because I wouldn’t be studying the History I am now, I wouldn’t be an avid rock climber, and I
wouldn’t have met some of my closest friends!
Whether you are looking for support for your own mental health at
university or supporting a friend, help is available.
I'm Hollie, a Masters student in Cultural History at Liverpool. After focusing mainly on the History of mental health and psychiatry, I am continually surprised by how much we have learned about the human mind and how to soothe our anxieties, and yet how hard we continue to push ourselves to please other people, to our own detriment. I hope to continue my interest in mental health and medical history, and get more involved in mental health advocacy. The culture surrounding mental wellness still has a long way to go and blogs like this seem like a great place to start.
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