It's definitly not easy, but sometimes I feel people expect me to be more "out-of-order". People feel so sorry for you, mostly that's not making it easier to cope. It's a paradoxon. You REALLY want to talk about it to someone, but you REALLY DON'T as well. Not making it easier for others to know how to handle me.
My way of coping is mostly to take some or other project and to concentrate on that, instead of thinking of bad stuff. Last thing I did was a photobook for my mum and now I am thinking about working in the garden. Bit afraid of my arm though, so maybe it's mostly going to be in my head.
As for studying, I just work to make it, not to get the grades I wish to have. I couldn't get them now. Really far away in my head most of the time. but enough concentrati0n left to get the first semester done, got to be satisfied with that.
This is the album I made for my mum, it holds pictures of us children and parents. some are from when we were little and some newer pictures:
