I know blaming other people for my unhappiness is a bad thing to do, happiness comes from within and all that, but I really do feel that my depression at uni stemmed from a couple of people.
I lived in a flat of 14 people. Most were foreign and spent all their time with people of the same culture. If we tried to join in when they were in our living room they would leave.
There was a boy who lived opposite me who I tried to be friends with as we were often the only people around for a chat. He got very jealous that I was seeing another man at uni. Started spreading rumours around the flat and making me feel cheap and dirty. Things fizzled out with the man and I think the guy across the hall started seeing me as fair game.
By day he was friendly, by night he would get drunk and send me texts and notes under my door telling me he loved me. It got to the point where if I knew he was going out drinking I would hide. He would try to get into my room, rattling the door handle and muttering things under his breath. I would wake up worrying that I had left my door open in the night.
One day I went into his room to ask to use his computer as mine was broken. I sat on the edge of the chair tapping away and he slid in behind me, wrapped his arms around me and started grabbing at me. I struggled and shouted to let me go but he didn't. I had to fight him off.
When I moved out to a house I thought things were over but now I had someone else after me . This boy did not understand how to socialise. We all tried to help him as he was posting up suicidal facebook statuses. He took my help (a couple of messages offering to listen) as something else and stared to stalk me.
He would never say anything by day, just be lurking all the time. By night he would post up poetry-like statuses of how much he loved a girl, how he wanted to marry her and how life would be perfect. He revealed to a close friend (who knew me) that it was me he was talking about.
I had a boyfriend by now but that didn't stop him I couldn't go an hour at home without some bilge about him being a knight on a white horse being put up. I should have deleted him but I thought it was best to know and plan my defence.
It got to the point where his ramblings were so insane that I told my flatmates "if I go missing, please check his house first".
I have never told people the extent of this and I do think it contributed to me feeling shit at uni. I just wanted to write it down and hear what people think.