If you're a college student that doesn't find the need to take summer classes, I'm genuinely happy for you; this means you have a summer vacation! However, if you're like me, you've found yourself taking some extra classes over the summer semester. Regardless of the temperature and what your plans are, your mental illness is probably still up to no good.

Although I was extremely busy during my (far too) short break in between spring and summer classes, my ability to stay busy has absolutely no reflection of how my depression and anxiety are affecting me. Contrary to my Instagram portrayals of my life, life isn't always sunshine and rainbows, and I have to plan things to look forward to. I also like to post not for others, but for myself; to remind myself of good days and how I felt during a given moment.

Whether it be my next few concerts that I have planned throughout the rest of the year, or simply a short weekend trip back home, I find it really necessary to continue moving otherwise my depression is going to kick in and I am far too guilty of allowing it to.

I've found myself crying the last few nights because I feel extremely alone despite the fact literally anyone is a phone call or a text away.

Just because it's summer does not mean that my mental illness has gone on vacation.

Just because my class schedule isn't twelve or more credit hours does not mean that I still don't feel anxious about due dates. In fact, taking classes only over summer A is pretty stressful if I say so myself because everything is condensed.

My mind has been on "Summer Mode" since finals week. There is nothing more I want right now than to be surrounded by people I love and not worrying about my GPA or rent or tuition.

I wasn't planning on doing anything besides attending two concerts during the little break between spring and the beginning of summer semester, but I found myself back home because I felt so incredibly alone that I wanted to surround myself with people I love.

Thankfully, I got to see so many people that I know care about me just as much as I care about them. I felt so incredibly happy and so warm inside when I was with them. But regardless of who I was with during the day, at night my depression crept in and made me feel guilty for the way I felt about myself. It's a constant battle, and night time is the absolute worst for me.

Just because it's summer for many people, doesn't mean that my mental illness is going to let up. Although many people with different illnesses may not feel the effects of theirs as heavily as they usually do, it doesn't mean it just disappears while we're attempting to enjoy ourselves.

While I sure do wish that I could give my brain a vacation from its battle, the reality is that it's still very much present and I'm still fighting.