You probably haven’t guessed this, because despite my online store filled with playful homewares that have been designed by yours truly…I am actually a qualified social worker – I know, these two jobs are worlds apart!
At university I studied Criminology and when I graduated 3 years later I was happy to be moving in with my partner of two years and looking forward to the future. Admittedly I didn’t quite know what the future would hold – nor did I expect to be starting a Social Work Master’s degree in just two months time, but I did and I was really excited at the prospect. I knew I could do some good work helping vulnerable people as I’d always been passionate about improving the quality of life of others. This job felt like my calling if you like. For the first few months the course was great, admittedly the assignments were difficult (as I’d expected them to be at postgraduate level) but I was getting fab grades – higher than I’d dare hope for (70+ marks, otherwise known as a first/distinction). Whilst my grades were really good, my well-being was not. My stress levels were continuously bubbling underneath the surface and I felt the most under pressure that I ever had. Little did I know then this was when my OCD began to accelerate.