Passing

*This blog was written on 17th June 2016, when I found out I had passed my second module of my qualification. I've now passed my third, so I've completed the course. With that and my ongoing illness, I felt like now was the time to post this*

Moments after I emailed someone to say I was expecting the mark this month, it arrived. 12-24 hours earlier than I was anticipating.

I passed.

My eyes were drawn instantly to the percentage. I had high hopes; I'd scored 98% in my exam.

At that moment my brain challenged that established fact, making me wonder if that was a mistake.

I had high hopes despite the deep seated knowledge that it was by no means my best piece of work. I'd tried, I'd really tried. But the whole four months working on this assignment I went through disordered eating, depression, anxiety, self harm and suicidal thoughts.

I hated that assignment but not as much as I hated myself and my life. I persevered with both.

I could have deferred. Perhaps I should have.

But you can't defer life and this pass mark feels symbolic. Of course I'm going to be disappointed because that's my nature; I am never good enough. But actually this time the disappointment is buffered by relief, and the relief is winning out. Because I did the very best I could do. I know I did. I can see that the fact that I am still here and that I passed this module despite everything, that I am doing the best I can do and I am enough. Just enough.

So I'm going to continue trying my best in everything I do. That's all I can expect from others and myself.