{"id":6393,"date":"2021-03-10T13:00:00","date_gmt":"2021-03-10T18:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.studentlife.utoronto.ca\/innovationhub\/?p=6393"},"modified":"2024-06-20T23:52:07","modified_gmt":"2024-06-21T03:52:07","slug":"whats-your-greatest-comeback-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.studentlife.utoronto.ca\/innovationhub\/whats-your-greatest-comeback-story\/","title":{"rendered":"What’s Your Greatest Comeback Story?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Life is filled with adversities. Without warning, it can place us in front of an obstacle we\u2019d never imagine ourselves to be in. Yet somehow, we find a way to come out the other end no matter the year, month or hour.<\/span> At the Innovation Hub, we take pride in our diverse team of students<\/span> who <\/span>co-create<\/span> and<\/span> <\/span>represent<\/span> <\/span>our <\/span>vibrant UofT <\/span>community<\/span>.<\/span> <\/span>But <\/span>behind <\/span>each of these students are the adversities they\u2019ve faced that ha<\/span>s <\/span>helped shape them to <\/span>become the <\/span>person they are today.<\/span> <\/span>W<\/span>e <\/span>decided to <\/span>ask <\/span>our team <\/span>this question: <\/span>What<\/span><\/i><\/b>\u2019s you<\/span><\/i><\/b>r greatest comeback story?<\/span><\/i><\/b> <\/span><\/i><\/b> <\/span><\/p>\n

In this post, we\u2019ll be sharing <\/span>personal <\/span>anecdotes <\/span>with <\/span>topics <\/span>ranging from <\/span>mental health, stress management and <\/span>the trial-and-error process,<\/span> <\/span>which you may relate to as a student or<\/span> in your day-to-day life.<\/span> <\/span>H<\/span>opefully<\/span>, for you as the reader,<\/span> <\/span>these <\/span>stories <\/span>can be proof that there is no<\/span> <\/span>singular<\/span> <\/span>path to <\/span>success. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Each of the stories below shares how a Comeback story resonates with everyone differently. To read a story, click or select the numbered titles below<\/strong>, and the story will expand for you to read!<\/p>\n

1. Making the Most from A Mistake<\/span>

<\/strong> Undergrad was a long, <\/span>5-year<\/span> experience for me. When I think about resilience, I immediately think of my final year in undergrad, and my final semester that started with a stressful, anxiety-filled wave of uncertainty. During the exam season in the fall, I had felt burned out with my course load, and the amount of content I had to study. On my very final exam, I did not get enough sleep or studying done, and on my way to campus, I had left my study notes in my pocket. Rushing to make it to my exam, I forgot to take the notes out, and so when I went to the washroom, the notes fell out in front of the invigilator. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

The entire month after that until I met with the dean, had been filled with extreme anxiety, not knowing the consequences of what took place. I wouldn’t even know how to explain to my parents that I might not graduate because of this.<\/strong><\/em> I was too embarrassed to share my situation with anyone, so only my best friend was available to support me. I was literally crying almost every night out of frustration and stress. It was especially hard during Christmas when I visited family and they all would tell me how excited they are for me to graduate. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

After a few weeks had passed, I eventually started to <\/span>open up<\/span> to a few of my other <\/span>friends and<\/span> started to reach out to folks on campus that could help. I reached out to my registrar and my accessibility services councillor. I even joined a weekly ADHD learning strategy group, to see if there’s anywhere I can improve. The uncertainty was killing me, and there wasn’t enough research I could find online that could provide me comfort. It was through the support of my friends and my desire and will to find answers that ultimately pulled me out of that hole. <\/strong><\/em>It helped me realize that I need to recognize my burnout. Learning how to put my health and wellbeing before <\/span>schoolwork<\/span> is something that I really started to pay attention to after that situation. I also learned that it’s not weak to reach out and ask for help.<\/span><\/p>\n

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“Undergrad was a long, 5-year experience for me. When I think about resilience, I immediately think of my final year…”<\/p>\n

2. Surviving Sleepless Nights<\/span>

<\/strong>L<\/span>ong nights at the studio are a regular thing. It was no different for me during my <\/span>undergrad<\/span>, where we were expected to <\/span>come up with<\/span> an entire concept complete with full drawing sets and models. Weekly all-nighters are considered \u201cnormal<\/span>\u201d.<\/span> In fact, there were times when one could go a few days without sleeping. It was draining. \u201cIs this worth it?\u201d is a frequent thought I had.<\/strong><\/em> <\/span><\/p>\n

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While I believe that the normalization of long, sleepless nights needs to change, the experience gave me many of the tools I use today. It reshaped the way I thought about the spaces we live in and what it means that a handful of people can dictate what our world looks like. It showed me that without social awareness and asking people what they want, design can be harmful rather than beneficial. And most importantly, it showed me how NOT to deal with school and work stress and how to set boundaries and practice <\/strong><\/em><\/span>self-care.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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“L<\/span>ong nights at the studio are a regular thing. It was no different for me during my <\/span>undergrad…”<\/span><\/p>\n

3. Progress is a Slow Process<\/span>

<\/b> Most of us<\/span> in my program<\/span> (<\/span>and students in general) deal with considerable stress <\/span>on a <\/span>daily <\/span>basis<\/span>, and the demanding pace <\/span>doesn\u2019t<\/span> let up in any year, unfortunately. If you <\/span>don\u2019t take care of yourself, it can escalate and take different forms. As a <\/span>note to <\/span>my <\/span>first-year<\/span> self: taking care of yourself is not <\/span>about drinking<\/span> an unreasonable amount. <\/span> <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

For me, the stress started manifesting itself in final exams. I would complete my test and notice I\u2019d literally pulled out my hair without realizing it. In 2<\/span>nd<\/span> year, when my anxieties around school continued to build unchecked, I began to pull out my hair all the time-during lecture, assignments, eating dinner, reading a book, <\/span>and <\/span>even watching TV. Of course, what began as a pesky problem now began to dominate many aspects of my life; this no longer was a school-stress isolated issue.<\/em><\/strong> <\/span>My <\/span>partner and <\/span>friends <\/span>began to notice<\/span>. <\/span>I tried to stop multiple times. <\/span>I became embarrassed of my appearance and dreaded going home to see my family. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

For me, there was no turning point, no immediate solution for this. All progress I made was gradual. To start, I reached out to Health and Wellness services and registered for counselling. I learned that wearing band-aids on my fingers sometimes helps! On days when I feel most self-conscious, I can wear a bandana. <\/span>Thankfully, <\/em><\/strong>I found that most friends really don\u2019t care what your hair looks like – many of them sticking around this long gives me hope.<\/em><\/strong> Two years later, I still struggle with this issue every day, but\u2026 the comeback is knowing I\u2019m not alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

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“Most of us<\/span> in my program<\/span> (<\/span>and students in general) deal with considerable stress <\/span>on a <\/span>daily <\/span>basis…”<\/span><\/p>\n

4. Creating a New Narrative<\/span>

<\/strong>In 2012, I was enrolled in <\/span>another<\/span> University doing an undergraduate degree I didn\u2019t enjoy. I consistently missed classes and assignments. Even after switching programs twice, nothing about school interested me to continue. I was in a very taxing and tumultuous relationship that was going anywhere fast. I constantly prioritized my work as an artist-educator, choosing to do week-long tours that would require missing a week of classes. In the end, I failed almost all my classes in 2013 and decided to drop out. I would spend the next 4 years working while considering what path I should eventually take. I could never settle on a future I wanted for myself. I didn\u2019t understand myself and my passions enough to dedicate my life to something. <\/strong><\/em><\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

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But after working with youth and community arts programs for 7 years, with a tremendous amount of support from my partner, I realized that I was always supposed to do my best to help other people. It didn\u2019t require a monumental shift of everything I held dear. All I needed was to reframe what I was capable of and what I enjoyed doing.<\/strong><\/em> <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

In 2017, I re-enrolled into a new program, and graduated with Honours\u2014including completing a thesis project supervised by a professor I had in my first stint at <\/span>my previous University<\/span>, and whose class I failed after only attending once\u2014after what was <\/span>essentially a<\/span> <\/span>10-year<\/span> <\/span>undergrad<\/span>. This fall, I started a <\/span>master’s<\/span> Program at the University of <\/span>Toronto,<\/span> and I celebrated my <\/span>5-year<\/span> anniversary with the biggest support and motivation in my life. <\/span>So<\/span> <\/span>things worked<\/span> out <\/span>alright<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n

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“In 2012, I was enrolled in <\/span>another<\/span> University doing an undergraduate degree I didn\u2019t enjoy. I consistently missed classes and assignments…”<\/span><\/p>\n

5. Accepting Anxiety<\/span>

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I experienced my first ever anxiety attack last January. I had no clue what was happening, and to be honest, didn\u2019t care to address it when it first happened. I was pre-occupied with my day-to-day tasks at hand. But then it started to happen more frequently. My mental battles soon became physical ones, and I couldn\u2019t hide away from it.<\/strong> <\/em>After <\/span>opening up<\/span> to people around me, I soon found out what I was experiencing was anxiety. I thought to myself, \u201cIs this what it really feels like?\u201d Shortness of breath, heart palpitations, and constant fear. When will this stop? Soon one week turned to a month, and a month turned to six months, and nothing had changed. When the lockdown started, I <\/span>thought, \u201cHmm, now I have time to focus on myself and my health.\u201d <\/span>But in reality, I<\/span> ended up spending more time alone with my thoughts, which made it even worse. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

Now you may be wondering, \u201cdid you overcome it?\u201d Short answer is <\/span>no<\/span><\/b>. Long answer is it\u2019s okay if I can\u2019t! The pressure I put on myself to overcome it was more crippling than the anxiety itself, that soon enough I had no choice but to accept it. I\u2019ve never felt a greater sense of relief once I did. I quickly learned how accepting a difficult situation, <\/strong><\/em><\/span>than<\/strong><\/em> shying away from it is the first sign of progress.<\/strong><\/em> And I\u2019m <\/span>glad I did.<\/span><\/p>\n

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“I experienced my first ever anxiety attack last January. I had no clue what was happening, and to be honest, didn\u2019t care to address it when it first happened…”<\/span><\/p>\n

6. Pivoting Plans During a Pandemic<\/span>

<\/strong>I am a planner. Always have been and always will be. I find it comforting, and reassuring. Having those plans gives me the chance to feel as though I know what I’m doing with my life. <\/span>So imagine how it felt, having my entire university career suddenly derailed, all due to a situation out of my control. <\/strong><\/em> <\/span><\/p>\n

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Ever since I knew that I was com<\/span>ing to U of T<\/span>, <\/span>I <\/span>had the next 5 years of my life mapped out. I would start university, do a <\/span>co-op<\/span> (co-operative education program) <\/span>after my third <\/span>year<\/span> and go straight into the industry after I graduated, <\/span>perhaps even<\/span> at the same company I did my <\/span>co-op<\/span> at. I thought it was all <\/span>set-in<\/span> stone for me. But then the world turned upside down with the start of COVID-19. I thought I could escape the consequences. I had a <\/span>position<\/span>, but every<\/span> <\/span>day I heard stories of <\/span>more and more<\/span> people losing their jobs, including <\/span>co-op<\/span> students. Eventually, I became one of those students. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

I was lost<\/span>. What was I supposed to do?<\/span> Go back to school, unprepared, with no idea what courses I wanted to take and what path I wanted to follow? It was one of the most terrifying things I’d ever been through, not knowing what my future looked like. But I came back from it. I chose to go to school. I did the research I needed, picked the courses I needed and jumped right back into it all when classes started in September. I secured a work-study position to get more experience and took extra courses to see what I wanted to do in the future. I <\/strong><\/em><\/span>took action and I adapted, because that’s what we have to<\/strong><\/em> do when we’re kicked down. It’s hard, and it’s scary, but it is possible, and in the end, it can only make you stronger.<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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“I am a planner. Always have been and always will be. I find it comforting, and reassuring. Having those plans gives me the chance to feel…”<\/span><\/p>\n

7. Conquering a Challenging Course<\/span>

<\/strong> During my second-year <\/span>undergrad<\/span> studies, I took one of the most challenging courses during my second semester. That year I was a bit lonelier; my close friend from <\/span>first year<\/span> went on exchange to Paris. Also, we had a much heavier course-load, so I just felt overwhelmed a lot. I decided to take a break by going to visit my friend during reading week. My aunt and uncle live just outside of Paris, so I visited them all. I went to Louvre with my uncle, to the Picasso Museum with my aunt, to the Centre Pompidou by myself\u2014I love art! I have a beautiful memory of walking around Montmartre with my friend and ending up in a beautiful bohemian caf\u00e9. In other words, it was a lovely trip! <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

But the week that followed when I got back was an onslaught of midterms. I was jetlagged and tired, so studying was hard. The last midterm was this difficult course I had been taking. My heart sunk when I had to hand it in\u2014I left so many questions blank! (<\/span>caveat<\/span>: I <\/span>wasn\u2019t<\/span> the only student who did badly; it was an all-around exam fail and <\/span>professor<\/span> <\/span>had to curve it heavily so that the class passed. Even so, I did <\/span>poorly\u2014extra<\/span> shame!) Feeling dreadful, I called my parents to tell them. I cried a lot, was regretting the trip, and asking if I should drop the course. My mother was surprisingly nonchalant. She asked: in 20 years, are you going to remember that course or this wonderful trip?<\/strong><\/em> <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

She told me to just finish the course and show myself it didn\u2019t matter as much. I ended up not dropping the course and pulling up my grades by lots of extra studying. In the end, my mom was sort of right: I do remember my trip, but I also remember the failure and her wisdom about it just as much.<\/strong><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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“During my second-year <\/span>undergrad<\/span> studies, I took one of the most challenging courses during my second semester…”<\/span><\/p>\n

8. Finding Redirection from Depression<\/span>

<\/strong> When I started my undergrad, my biggest question was, “What’s the point?”. I had been diagnosed with depression in high school and it spiraled out of control in my first year. I was on the brink of being kicked out of school because I had failed both my first and second terms. Thankfully, there was a foundation term specifically for first-year <\/span>students who had failed. That was the first step in getting things together. I <\/span>actually had<\/span> an average in the 80s that term. However, I hadn’t really solved any of the underlying problems that got me there in the first place.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

The next term, I failed again. I <\/span>actually received<\/span> a grade of 27% in a class, which is incredibly embarrassing. I didn’t think I would live beyond that year. I needed to stop treading water or else I would drown.<\/strong><\/em><\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

The first change was my major – I switched into Philosophy, where I remembered the joy of learning surrounded by nurturing and inspirational professors. I then changed my coping mechanisms – I learned how to tackle problems head on, make clear boundaries, and value myself.<\/strong><\/em> Lastly, I was extremely lucky to have amazing friends and the most incredible partner who loved me when I <\/span>couldn’t<\/span> love myself, reminded me why life was worth living, and pushed me on to greater goals. I graduated in 2019 with an award from my department for best undergraduate paper. Today, I am in my Master’s (even with those awful grades!<\/span>)<\/span> <\/span>and<\/span> am pursuing a career I am passionate about. Most of all, I am living my life for me – I am happy and safe.<\/span><\/p>\n

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“When I started my undergrad, my biggest question was, “What’s the point?”. I had been diagnosed with depression in high school…”<\/span><\/p>\n

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Each <\/span><\/span>student<\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/span>handle<\/span><\/span>d their<\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/span>moment of adversity <\/span><\/span>differently<\/span><\/span>, however what they all <\/span><\/span>shared in <\/span><\/span>common<\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/span>was<\/span><\/span> their ability to <\/span><\/span>withstand it.<\/span><\/span> This is what we\u2019d like <\/strong><\/span><\/span>to <\/span><\/span>call <\/span><\/span>resilience<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/strong> <\/strong>Since the pandemic, resilience has been a source of personal strength for many<\/span><\/span> during this challenging period of their lives. <\/span><\/span>S<\/span><\/span>tories of resilience often remain personal, saved for our closes<\/span><\/span>t <\/span><\/span>of friends and family members. <\/span><\/span>What if we changed that narrative?<\/span><\/span> It\u2019s time we encourage storytelling <\/span><\/span>to inspire <\/span><\/span>and remind one another just how resilien<\/span><\/span>t<\/span><\/span> we are during moments of adversity. <\/span><\/span>W<\/span><\/span>e hope we <\/span><\/span>inspired<\/span><\/span> you to reflect on your own<\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/span>adversities<\/span><\/span> and p<\/span><\/span>erhaps<\/span><\/span>,<\/span><\/span> you can s<\/span><\/span>hare your comeback story with us too! <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Have a comeback story you <\/span><\/span>would like <\/span><\/span>to share? The <\/span><\/span>Innovation Hub<\/span><\/span> welcomes you to <\/span><\/span>submit<\/span><\/span> your own responses to innovationhub@utoronto.ca. <\/strong><\/span><\/span>Like the stories above, your responses will be anonymously featured in a follow-up post.<\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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