Driving to university for the first time, I felt prepared. I’d packed a doorstop (to help my social life) and secondhand legal textbooks (books are timeless, laws don’t change). I was ready to start a new part of my life. I met my flatmates, found my lecture hall and everything started to feel like home. Cut to the morning of my first exam and I could barely stand without fainting, weak from sleep deprivation and 10 hours of vomiting. I…