Post-graduation, I’m working in a bar. For how long, I don’t know. I have time to go to the gym every day (which I had to stop doing around easter because the workload got too much). I’ve finished more books in the last month than I have since March. I’m writing for me, not for my degree. I’ve even taken up baking again. While all these things may seem quite trivial and meaningless, I’ve found that my quality of life has improved in spite of my mental health struggles…