@Z0rr0 I think you're right. Honestly, the state she gets herself into, she does act like she's suicidal, but she's not, and 2 hours later she's actually fairly happy. She was exactly the same as a toddler, when she didn't get her way, but I realised even then that if I held out for 2 hours, she'd suddenly be fine and have almost forgotten about it. I don't blame the counsellors for telling her to go home, even though it's not the right advice for her. The only one who encourages her to stay, is her supervisor.
I went to Bristol (a long time ago! - early 90s), and I didn't settle at all, and I did become suicidal, and I can definitely say the university had no support whatsoever in place. I found Bristol itself way too big and sprawling, and couldn't afford bus fares. Also, I was brought up in a Northern pit village, very working class, parents had no money and I was on a full grant. I was the first person in my family to go to uni, so my parents didn't get it at all. They never visited because they couldn't afford the petrol, and didn't think they were supposed to. Every single one of the other 12 girls on my floor in halls were southern, rich, private school educated, and seemed to spend all weekend shopping. I was on a very tight budget so couldn't partake. Also, I had a very strong Yorkshire accent, and a lot of students either struggled to understand me and/or thought I was putting it on for a joke (they'd only heard comedians talk like that), or assumed it meant I was stupid and wondered why I was there, so looked down on me/brushed me off. To top it off, I was also dumped by my boyfriend, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back.
I eventually dropped out, started again at Sheffield the following year and had a whale of a time.