I liked the attitude of the university to mental problems, they helped me with what I was going through, and it wasn't like in Belarusian universities, like, "My God, what were you thinking, what depression? There are kids starving in Africa.". They went out of their way to help me, they drew up a sort of individualized lesson plan. I could ask the teachers to reschedule my exams, ask for more time in the exam, or break up a large amount of material into several parts. Mental health is given due attention here.
I feel much better now, but I don't think I have completed my process of emigration, of integration into society. I still feel like an outsider, despite the fact that I have friends and people who help me. For example, my supervisors. At the same time, I consider them my family and I know that I can always turn to them for help. And even if I am able to return to my motherland, I will always come back and consider this place my second home.