Ready to Talk About It
Going to teach my first lesson. I was five months into therapy. I've hinted at it before, but I don't know if I have ever written it explicitly before on this blog. I have depression and anxiety. I'm okay now, but two years ago things were very different. Two years ago I realized that I didn't want to be an engineer. I didn't know what I wanted to do, but I knew Chemical Engineering wasn't for me. I told my parents and they decided we should wait and year and come back to it. I didn't make it. You see, I spent most of March to October obsessing over this dilemma. It culminated at the beginning of October when my Mom called me one morning and I burst into tears. Bursting into tears wasn't a new thing, most of the phone calls I made at this time involved a lot of crying. What made this call different was the literal hysterics. I couldn't breathe and I was just in the worst state imaginable. Both of parents drove up to my school to bring me to th