Covid has altered the college experience for everyone over the past two years, and it really seems unfair.

I have a lot on my plate this semester but it’s hard for me to say no.

2020 and 2021 was hard, dude. I thought that this phase of my life would be the most exciting time. I thought I’d be in a committed relationship, living independently on my own, and feeling good about where I am at. Unfortunately, I am none of those things.

No matter what I tried and tried to do the homework and tried to understand, the professor would send me on a wild goose chase to find notes even though I had written pretty decent notes.

2020 was definitely a year to remember.

Why does this system weigh so heavily on standardized tests to get scholarships.

Why are we putting ourselves in so much debt with the idea that we will get a job?

I first began my college experience at MTSU in the Fall of 2008. I’d very recently been kicked out of my parent’s home after they discovered that I’m gay.

I like my job because it’s easy but I have a lot of free time and I don’t know if this is something I want to do for the rest of my life. I also do not want to start over.

I wish that people could be good, I wish we could stop taking what isn’t ours to take, I wish we could stop always needing more. I wish I didn’t need to feel loved in order to feel like I have a reason to be alive.

If you are reading this and are struggling, know that people love you and speak your truth and tell people what is happening.

The most important thing I’ve learned in college has been the importance of being home.

The world tends to see what is different as something ugly and wrong as if anything “abnormal” is something needing to be fixed.

(TW- Suicidal attempt) I hate how often I have to tell myself to keep going in a day. I have to tell myself that it is all going to be okay if I do this or that.

I’m tired. COVID changed everything. Somewhere along the line, I lost my passion for life. Not sure why. My counselor tells me it happening everywhere.

The college selection process is hard but the reality of rejections is even harder.

Living with Spina Bifida hasn’t always been easy, but the resources and support that have been provided to my family and me, as well as the skills and lessons I have learned from them, have given me the tools to tackle the unique circumstance of having a disability and being given a life-changing diagnosis.

I began journaling, journaling turned into songwriting, and songwriting gave me a voice to share my story through music. I didn’t realize it then, but as I was writing, I found my healing and my purpose. I believe one person’s story is someone else’s hope. Spreading hope is my mission.

I see you learning, growing, evolving. I see you getting stronger, day-by-day.

Postnatal depression (PND) or postnatal anxiety (PNA) does not discriminate. It can hit any mother at any time, no matter their personality type or background, so I’ve now learnt.