My life has been a tumultuous mess as of late. I’ve been eating horrifically, sleeping without ever feeling rested, and all around severely depressed and angry. I couldn’t figure out what in my world was causing this so I raged against everything and no, it wasn’t getting better.
Through a series of extremely aggravating and suicide-inducing events it became crystal clear what was wrong: everything, but more specifically my future plans.
[Brief interlude - For those of you who aren’t aware I graduated from college in December with a BA in psychology. I came home to work and save up for a move to Kalamazoo and a BS in exercise science.]
So those frustrating events made it pretty clear that going to Western was just not going to happen. I sucked it up after a minor/huge breakdown and began looking for jobs my degree offered me. Well most jobs require upper level degrees, which I knew. But they all sounded awesome….and I rediscovered why I picked psychology in the first place. My plans became moving to Kalamazoo, getting a mental health related job, study like hell for the GRE, and apply to graduate school.
Once I admitted that in my heart I felt lighter, happier, and no longer was I raging. It was an ugly time, but it was because I was trying to shove myself in a place I didn’t fit. I felt as of I had wasted so many opportunities at Calvin so I was trying to relive that by choosing something I was vaguely interested in just to have a second chance at the college experience. Well those times are past and I can’t make myself into that person. I was trying and failing, killing myself in the process.
I’m here, a little battle worn but better. So to the future: bring it because I’m ready,