People will tell you that college will be the best four years of your life. Hopefully they are. Hopefully they're everything that your high school self ever wanted them to be. But that doesn't mean that every day has to be perfect, and fun, and everything that you dreamed of. Because what people don't tell you about college is that not every day is going to be okay, and there will be days when you won't feel okay, but most importantly that is okay.

This past week was the most stressful weeks I've had in my life. It was a week where I would wake up in the morning and I wasn't sure whether or not I would be able to deal with whatever life was going to throw me. I felt alone. I felt isolated. I wasn't sure what to do. And I kept telling myself that I wasn't allowed to feel that way. I was always the type of person that had a game plan, I had everything planned out. I thought ahead, I blocked out my time, I didn't let anything over-consume my time. I might be what you call a perfectionist, but I prefer to think of it as always wanting to be in control of myself and my situations. And I had been, until this past week where I met a part of me that I had never known before.

I traveled through the world as a ghost. I walked around unsure if the people around me existed, or if I existed to them. I moved through time and space, but they felt equally at a standstill, as if nothing was progressing. It was alienating. It was emotional. And it, honestly, was one of the scariest moments of my life.

At the end of the week, I had someone ask me a very important question. She asked me if I was okay, "because you don't sound okay." The whole week no one had asked me that. I had plenty of why's: Why aren't you okay? Why do you feel this way? But no one stopped to ask the fundamental question: if everything was alright. She then gave me a really important piece of advice; she told me to forget about everything else and go take care of myself first.

It was at that moment that I realized I hadn't been okay. I realized that it was alright to tell myself that I didn't have to be put together all the time. I realized it's okay to not always be right and to not always makes the right decisions. I realized that some weeks are going to be better than others. I realized that I'm very lucky to have someone in my life that can identify when everything isn't alright. And, most importantly, I realized it's okay to not be okay all the time, and that it is okay to need to take care of yourself first.