I first started this blog in January 2015. And here we are, a year later. A lot has happened to me within the last year, and it all started out with a throat ache.
Last January I found myself in a unique situation. Yes, I was your typical freshman in college with one semester under my belt, but my "college experience" wasn't exactly what I had anticipated. At this point, we were two weeks into the second semester, yet my dorm room was now the house I grew up in, my classroom was my laptop, and my professor was my doctor. I spent my Friday nights- well.... all nights.... And days.... - in bed trying to find enough energy to send a simple text message. The time I would've spent drowning in homework was time spent drowning in anxiety. The "freshmen 15" was still the "freshmen 15" but instead of gaining pounds I lost them. My diet consisted of the only thing I could keep down, KFC mashed potatoes (lol I know). I saw my friends yes, if they came to my house and didn't mind being my couch potato companion. Date nights turned into, "so, which movie should we watch tonight?"
This time last year everything seemed impossible. I couldn't drive a car, couldn't walk more than the length of my driveway, couldn't even leave the house without feeling like I was gonna die. And all of it started with a trip to the ER because my throat hurt so bad.
Last January I found myself in a unique situation. Yes, I was your typical freshman in college with one semester under my belt, but my "college experience" wasn't exactly what I had anticipated. At this point, we were two weeks into the second semester, yet my dorm room was now the house I grew up in, my classroom was my laptop, and my professor was my doctor. I spent my Friday nights- well.... all nights.... And days.... - in bed trying to find enough energy to send a simple text message. The time I would've spent drowning in homework was time spent drowning in anxiety. The "freshmen 15" was still the "freshmen 15" but instead of gaining pounds I lost them. My diet consisted of the only thing I could keep down, KFC mashed potatoes (lol I know). I saw my friends yes, if they came to my house and didn't mind being my couch potato companion. Date nights turned into, "so, which movie should we watch tonight?"
This time last year everything seemed impossible. I couldn't drive a car, couldn't walk more than the length of my driveway, couldn't even leave the house without feeling like I was gonna die. And all of it started with a trip to the ER because my throat hurt so bad.