You don’t owe the Internet sh*t.
A lesson in personal essays, shilling your pain and living with it.
8 min readSep 7, 2020
It’s a cold night at the end of January. You’re in your last year of University, back at the house you live in with six — then five, then suddenly six again — housemates, and you’re not well.
You haven’t been well for a long time. Over the Christmas break you’d been…