I was in final year of college when my anxiety began causing physical health problems in my body. I had to be admitted to the hospital twice and I was still not recovering. Meanwhile, my teachers ignored my physical and mental state completely because I didn't agree with their suggestion of dropping out of college. They would call me to staff room for a mere problem and there would be atleast 15-16 of them sitting there. They would all question me like they were investigating me for a crime. They would pass on remarks saying that they would make me fail, during classes. They would make me wait unnecessarily for hours for submissions despite of several requests made by me and my parents. They even talked about me in other student groups that had nothing to do with me. They made me work more than any other student with an excuse that I was behind in my studies and gave me difficult deadlines. I registered a complaint against them but that only made things worse. Despite of all of this, I kept working hard and completed my final year. But after that one year, I lost my ability to write fiction that I was fond of. I wanted to write a novel since high school. Now I can't even read a novel. My anxiety grew to a level that now I begin crying if someone is even a bit rude to me. I have recurring nightmares of my teachers and that final year of college and I barely sleep. My family and friends expect me to get over everything that happened. They talk about my victory over those teachers when I completed my final year. But only I know that I have lost too much for a mere degree. I can't get over it. I have tried but I can't.