Hi y'all!
I know it's been a little while since I've updated, so I wanted to apologize for that. I'd say life has been crazy, but that's honestly not true. It's almost May, which means I'm getting to the end of my second semester at a new college.
Let me give some context. I started college in 2022 at a college in Massachussetts and left before the end of the first semester due to a mental health breakdown. I spent the rest of the year at home and took classes at a local college for the spring semester. This fall, I transfered to a new college. So, technically, this year was my first year of college away from home. I'm not going to lie: it was harder than I thought it would be. There were a lot of obstacles. As I get closer to the end of this semester, I've been hit with a sense of pride for myself for making it through.
Here's the truth: college is hard for anyone, but mental illness can make it harder. There were times when I considered dropping out. I didn't, obviously. College is hard, harder than I thought it would be. I'm trying to think of some profound wisdom to share here, but I don't think there is. I think sometimes it is enough to be proud of yourself for making it through something, especially when that something is difficult.
College has been hard, but there has also been moments of beauty within it. I've made friends and have made connections. I've gotten to take really cool classes, like my fanfiction and adaptation class, where I got to read fanfiction for class. I've met really awesome professors. I've also had moments where I could barely get out of bed. I've debated dropping out multiple times. I've questioned where I was good enough to be here. I've had really good moments and really bad moments. Maybe that's life. Maybe life is an amalgamation of the good and bad.
I try to be positive most of the times, so I think what I want to leave you with here is that you can survive. Even when things are really difficult, you can survive. There were times during college when I wasn't sure if I would make it. Maybe that's dramatic, but I'm sure we've all been there. We've all had moments when we weren't sure if we could make it through something. At least I like to think so. But here's the thing: no matter how bad things get, there is always an end to it. This year has been...hard. There have been good moments, but it's been hard. College has been hard. But I survived. And so will you.
