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While doing a bachelor's degree at a London-located university, I experienced disturbing psychiatric symptoms, and my mental health was at a low. I had enrolled for a four-year degree course, yet my delusions and paranoia were devastating. What seemed even more daunting was that I still had a wish to gain a Doctor of Philosophy (PhD).
I was convinced that my fellow students and tutors were out to get me. I believed that the secret service was tapping my phone and that it was a matter of life or death for my cassette player to turn itself off automatically. The symptoms were worse at the end of each year when I took exams, and it was often even a struggle to reach the desk and chair in the university hall where the written examinations were held.
I was convinced that my fellow students and tutors were out to get me. I believed that the secret service was tapping my phone and that it was a matter of life or death for my cassette player to turn itself off automatically. The symptoms were worse at the end of each year when I took exams, and it was often even a struggle to reach the desk and chair in the university hall where the written examinations were held.
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