Casey's Blog

Going home for just the weekend was a rollercoaster, it was so strange because although I was so happy to be home, I felt lost and like I wasn’t really at home. Seeing how much I was missed and how much I am missing out on, kills me. Watching my little sisters growing up without me being there to support them through everything and help them through struggles was hard. You can be informed of what is happening at home but until you actually go home, you don’t really know. However, it feels you with joy to know that you are finally with the ones that you love again and you are so happy to be spending time with them again. You feel like your complete and you know that your safe and comfortable again but in the back of your mind you know that you are going back in a few days. When I lived at home, I didn’t really think that home was that important to me and I completely didn’t respect it and appreciate it in the way that I feel I do now. Coming home and being at university has made me

Something that I really struggled with throughout my life is my confidence in myself and the things that I do, not often because I have no reason to be confident but because I can't find the confidence to have. I guess that it comes from my past but also from experiences that I have gone through which have almost made me scared to put myself forward in situations. If I am aware of a situation and have time to think about it, this is often when I have no confidence in myself, whereas if I don't have time to think I can often excel in tasks. Things where I find I lack the confidence the most include: public speaking, confrontation and my work. I have always hated public speaking, I hate being centre of attention and I hate having to speak in front of people, especially if I don't know if what I am saying is correct. It isn't something that I have had to do very much often however when it does happen I build up a lot of anxiety and worry constantly until it is over. Due