I recently met someone; the type of person who made me quiet my thoughts of “I’ll never meet someone in college.” He was sweet, but as we all know, sweet can turn into bitter really quickly. Within 10 days (If you want to know the real answer of how to lose a guy in 10 days, just ask me), he had left, and it wasn’t the stereotypical breakup like, “it’s not you, it’s me” or “this just isn’t working out.” Instead, I had someone break up with me for the most trivial reason I’d ever heard- I didn’t party enough.

For days I was devastated; one night I laid in the car with my roommates and just cried. I didn’t understand why; I questioned who I was and the kind of person I wanted to be. After a few days, I finally shrugged my shoulders and moved on. To that guy who ended things over such a insignificant reason, I’m sorry that I don’t get trashed every night, but in retrospect, I’m really not that sorry.

I have been given a life-changing injury, and with that, I’m doing what I can. Does that mean I can go out every night? Absolutely not. I barely can handle one or two nights a week, and on those nights I can handle MAYBE an hour or two before being in constant pain. I guarantee you that if you were in my shoes, you would not be going out every single night. Try walking a mile in my shoes before you judge my life choices.

As I sit here writing this, it’s 1:30 in the morning and I tried, I really did try, to go out tonight. My friends even put a chair on the dance floor and they danced around me, which was incredibly considerate and made me eternally grateful for them, but still I was in excruciating pain, and I had to Uber home before the party had even really begun.

My mom asked me the other day, “do you think you would go out more if you could, if it weren’t for your leg?” I told her of course I would, I wish I could dance the night away with my friends, but here I am, in bed watching standup on Netflix with an icepack on my useless limbs, because life has handed me these lemons, and I’m trying my very best to make lemonade.

So before you judge people for who they are based on how they choose to spend their nights, maybe consider the idea that it's not always that simple. Everyone is fighting their own battles; we're all going through sh*t, and trying our best to make some lemonade.