Sept. 13th: I seem to have forgotten how to write for this blog. The semester started about three weeks ago and my course load is a lot more challenging than I thought it would be. I’ve had almost no free time and when I do get those brief moments my brain is so burnt out from school that writing seems impossible. There’s also been a lot going on outside of school that has made me very uncomfortable in my surroundings. This is my third year on campus and never before have I felt unsafe on campus. Much to the dismay of my parents, I walk around late at night by myself to get from building to building. I always felt safe doing that. Now, I almost never feel safe in my residence hall—the place I’ve lived all summer and the past two academic years.
For the past week and a half, I’ve been experiencing the worst anxiety that I have ever had to deal with and I’ve constantly been on the verge of panic attacks. This is to say that my regular breathing/coping mechanisms aren’t working. I’ve missed classes and work. I’m falling behind because I can’t focus on lectures and the assignments.
Events leading to today have been categorized as “creepy but not criminal” so there isn’t much anyone can do but monitor the situation.
Sept. 20th: For the past week, I’ve had migraines everyday and nothing helps them. The doctor thinks it’s from medication withdrawal as I’m in the middle of changing my medicine for the second time this month. Hopefully things get back to normal soon.
I’ll be better with writing and publishing articles, I promise. Things have just been very overwhelming and challenging. Writing has always been part of my therapy though and I plan to use it as much as possible.
Until next time,