I have suffered with depression for a very long time. But I know, in the morning, even when I can't get myself to drag my body out of bed, that isn't me doing it. It's the depression and the anxiety trying to pull me into the abyss of blankets and pillows. I know I can physically get up and moving, my mind is just not being there to support me at that time, and I can't allow that.

I have worked way too hard in my life just to lay on a crappy college mattress, and not go and actually do what I'm actually here to do; Learn. I tell myself that every single day in the morning. It usually helps. Every college kid can agree to this: a lot of crap happens during the semester. You want to go home, see your dog, eat real food, and hug your mom.

I have to admit, this first semester sophomore year has really been hard coming back. But I have been really trying to get it together for the second half and finishing this semester strong. I am trying to show my professors that even though I have some obstacles I am trying to get through, I can make it.