home that night opposed to spending the next month in the inpatient clinic. She spoke as if it wouldn’t take me months to feel even remotely comfortable going out in public. Like the next four years of my life wouldn’t be filled to the brim with anxiety and depression and regret that crippled every moment of my wakefulness. She spoke, solidifying my mistake - my teenage insecurity, my stubbornness, or whatever you want to call it. She spoke the words I knew were true, but I cupped my hands over my ears to avoid hearing them. And thus, she set off the chain events of months turned into years of pain and trial… but also a massive amount of self-improvement and accomplishment. I freed myself from the misconceptions and the self-imprisonment I locked myself into for those miserable months before my hospital stay. In a way, recovering was like learning how to walk again. Reteaching myself the basic skills of survival - how to eat the right kinds of food, how to eat enough to sustain myself, and even how to know when to stop and set my fork down. In other words, none of it by any means was a cakewalk, but I still persisted and fought each and every day to put the pieces of myself back together. And boy did I. September 28th, 2019 I walk Florida State University’s campus on my way to Strozier Library. Three weeks into my freshman year and I’m already dreaming of graduation. I have a boatload of homework to do and I am repeatedly trying to convince myself that I can complete it before the impending Monday deadline. Fun times at college, no doubt.
Let’s see… I have to
• Read 40 pages in my Psychology textbook • Write a 750-word debate report that I have no idea how to begin • Write an additional 1000 words to add to my 2000-word English personal
narrative… Better make it good. • Take a Critical Thinking quiz
Oh god, this is so much work. Let’s see. I guess I could... • Read 60 15 pages of my Psychology textbook • Write 750 375 words of the report - half today and half tomorrow • Write some repetitive, droning additions to my essay to fill up the word
count No, I’ll make it somewhat interesting with different kinds of layout and italics. LOTS of italics. HAHAHA I’m a GENIUS. • Fine, I’ll stop procrastinating and just take the quiz.