University Life: After Death (Part 1)

The phrase “life after death” is often an obscure and mystifying set of words we attribute to the world that we don’t understand. Where does the soul go after it dies? 

Me in Devon.
23/08/2019
  1. Feeling like an outsider.
  2. Homesickness
  3. Hyper Independence
  4. Craving Being Understood

When I came to university, I was armed with all the conversations Mum and I had together. I was ready to shoehorn everything and everyone into the university mould I had created in my mind over my gap year.

This was it. This was me finally living my life after death.

Katie and me before Katie headed to London, and I headed to university.
19/09/2019

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This section of University Life: After Death examines the negatives of university life with grief. It looks at the struggles that I found, and the impacts of these issues, in order to give you an accurate representation of what grief at uni can be like.

This post is for anyone at uni, supporting someone at uni, or for anyone interested in the human experience.

1. Feeling like an outsider

One of the most immediate feelings I grappled with, was feeling like an outsider. I have been assured by numerous people over time that everyone feels like they don’t fit in, but this was crippling and exaggerated by grief. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing, where they were going, and who they were going with. Everyone had a style, an aesthetic, a gym plan, and recipes they liked.

I sat in tutor groups, being berated for not knowing sources, and for not being prepped by my school enough.

I think those are normal university student experiences to have, but then I was experiencing grief and triggers on top.

My feelings of being an outsider came from waking up from night terrors, having days where my head was too heavy to lift off a desk while my flatmate awkwardly asked if I was okay. It came from hosting grief groups and that being my passion, whilst others were preparing to go out to clubs. My feeling of being an outsider was not something cured with time, it seemed to get worse, and it was something other people picked up on.

Katie and I hugging outside of my university accommodation.
20/09/2019

2. Homesickness

When I was a little girl, I never got homesick. I was too excited to be with my friends to miss my mum, and often didn’t even want to go home with her. I remember writing on this blog “home is a feeling I will carry with me wherever I go.”

But a feeling is not enough. A feeling isn’t a sanctuary you can go to when there’s a pandemic for example, and you have to evaluate the best place for you to live for the foreseeable future.

It kills me to ever refer to myself as ‘naive’ after experiencing loss, but I think I was naive in this scenario. I thought not having a true home would be easy to eradicate because I would have my flat or my house. Yet this was the thing I hated more than anything. I think many issues from my uni life came from not having somewhere else to go, to leave and not come back for a few days. Instead, I was constantly locked into university life, never wanting to admit that I wanted to leave because that would be to admit there was a problem that I had no way of fixing.

I think the result of this was overwhelm and hyper-independence.

What I think of when I think of ‘Home’.
21/03/2016

3. Hyper-independence

Something I remember vividly after mum passed away, was sitting on my bed and imagining myself as a metal ball. I was in my hands and I was smoothing myself over, again and again, telling myself to “toughen up.”

I think what “toughening up” meant for me was to stop feeling weak and vulnerable and to begin to feel strong, capable and self-assured.

I think independence is healthy, and it is a positive, natural evolution of becoming an adult. But my hyper-independence came from not feeling like I could ask for help. Asking for help was often met with “don’t worry”, “you worry too much”, or “That must be tough for you”.

When I feel vulnerable, I feel sick and nauseous. It is a very physical response, and it is exaggerated by wanting to run to Mum. So I tried to squash moments of feeling vulnerable by giving myself everything I needed. I began to try to be Mum for myself.

I think this is fairly normal for children who have lost parents: to recreate traditions you did together, to buy yourself gifts you think they would buy you, to try to parent yourself into being a good person. I have often heard this phrase as “re-parenting”. I’ll talk about re-parenting a bit more in the next section.

But I took this a bit too far, I think. And again, if you think of what a parent represents (a safe place to teach you boundaries, someone to give advice) I am not surprised I went this way. Slowly, I became a house that grew its own vegetables, had solar panels, had a wind turbine, and was completely self sufficient. I peaked out of the windows, and shut them when people walked past.

I hated vulnerability so much, that I tried to give myself everything I could to the point of burnout. I am hugely self-critical, and I have a mentality that I cannot depend on others. I am glad to recognise it now, for what it is, before it spins away from me and I can’t catch it. Something that has helped me, is the phrase “let people love you”. Slowly, I am learning to let people help me.

With grief comes a multitude of other feelings of loneliness, fear, anxiety, and sadness that comes in waves. These waves are exemplified when students cant access help and mental health services tailored specifically for grief and loss.

Universities are notorious for poor mental health services. Luckily for me, in my second year, I had a transition worker in Devon who advocated for me when I needed it. Thus, one of the overarching moments I had in my uni experience, was counselling. I had a lot of counselling in my second year, and that helped me to develop coping mechanisms and learn to stand up for myself and view things in a new way.

Happy Summer memories.
31/05/2021

4. Craving being understood

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.” – George Orwell, 1984

Finally, in this section, I want to explain how much I wanted to be understood. I think your mum is someone who stands by you through thick and thin and spends as much time as you need to hear and help you. Without this, I think I just accepted – and it scares me how easy it happened – that outside of Katie, no one would understand me. No one knew mum, no one knew how close we were. So of course, there will always be a roof to my relationships, there will always be a part of me people can’t quite reach.

But of course, I wanted that. Of all the things I could give myself, the external understanding was something that I couldn’t reach. Counselling helped, but it also helped when I started to meet people who made me jump when I closed the door on myself. In my safe space, I would turn to find them turning on my salt lamp, and settling down to distract me, talk with me or just love on me.

Me and my friend ice skating.
27/11/2021
After skating!
27/11/2021

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Thank you for reading this post, I have wanted to write this for years now, but I think it was only truly possible to do after completing uni.

It is so strange to look back on the person I was before university. I am so proud of my university experience; of all the turns that have led me to where I am today. I am so excited to tell you about my thoughts and findings.

Evee x

Rollerskating
01/04/2022

14 thoughts on “University Life: After Death (Part 1)

  1. Great post and more experiences in order to write our life book and no blank page it could be a disaster. A big kiss from Spain

  2. This is wonderful work, open and authentic. You know your experience, which is vital. I hope you continue feeling loved, because you are.

  3. What a beautiful post – well done navigating the challenges of Uni life and grief simultaneously & coming out the other side an awesome roller skater 😉

  4. I totally relate to everything here, especially the hyper independence part. It took a long time for me (after my mother’s death) to realize I can ask for help. Even now, sometimes, I’m triggered and revert back to thinking I HAVE to do everything myself, and of course, that’s not true. Thanks for being a voice in this way.

    1. Thank you for sharing your comment, and making me feel less alone too.
      Honestly, it has been such a long time, I wonder if I’ll ever feel okay asking for help!

      1. I want to say yes, but you know those feelings haven’t gone away for me, so I’ve just tried extra hard to recognize them when they surface. Sending you (and your sister) light and love <3

      2. Maybe that’s what I need to do too:) i just find it so much safer to just do everything by myself 🤣
        Thank you. Sending you so much light and love too x

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