As a Senior with a Psychology degree and a passion for the publishing world, I would consider myself fairly screwed once I graduate. I have a degree that I'm told will either get me waiting tables or in debt at grad school, as well as a passion for something that's extremely difficult to get into (and won't pay much).

I have no plan, really, because there's a hurdle I need to make first: Internships.

I need to find one if I want any hope of getting into the publishing industry, so for several weeks I looked into places and internships. Thanks to a helpful professor I know, I acquired a list of good places to start.

Thanks to my anxiety, I had a long mental list of reasons I shouldn't because there's no reason to. Because, after all, who would want me as an intern? I'm studying the completely wrong field! I have virtually no experience!

That, my friends, is where a special little nugget of information came in handy, supplied by me nudging at my boyfriend to apply to his own internships and jobs: The worst thing that can happen is nothing.

The worst I can get told is that I didn't get the internships I desperately wanted, but rejection is part of life. I'm sure it'll be part of daily life if I'm going to work at a publishing house. I'll get another opportunity. I have a steady enough job as a tutor, so I can continue to do that. The world won't fall apart.

If I graduate without any internship experience, so what? I'll figure it out. Maybe it's the fact that my anxiety medicine makes it easier to see the world as a less terrifying place, but something just tells me it'll all be fine. It'll all work out.

That, my friends, is what I want to tell you: life has its failures, its rejections, its scary plot twists nobody asked for, but so what? The first rejections will hurt, but that's the time to thicken your skin. As it is, I'm absolutely terrified that I'll be rejected from each of the internships. I'm also absolutely terrified that I'll be accepted by one and then have to figure out a living situation in a city I've probably never visited.

This is where I figured out another useful tidbit: terror is totally normal. At the least, I'm going to pretend it is because that's what keeps me going. The knowledge (or hope) that I'm not the only one terrified by lifestyle changes is what keeps me sane.

Just know you aren't alone on whatever scary ride you're taking. It may not be that everyone is on a scary ride, but there are bound to be people on that exact same ride. It may be college applications, graduate school applications, internships, jobs, or something else I couldn't think of, but you are not alone and everything will be fine.