They just don’t understand.

There are a lot of things that I went to college to learn, besides academics.

I learned how to do laundry (welcome mom), I learned how to cook for myself, how to interact with others that I am not necessarily fond of and I have learned time management on top of all of this. But this was all expected.

What wasn’t expected was people not understanding depression.

When I first went to college almost 3 years ago, I thought I would straight up tell my roommates about my depression and be honest with them why I didn’t drink. Well, they didn’t like that. They shunned me a little bit, and it even got to the point where they asked me to move out, because they didn’t know how to deal with me in case I had a problem. That’s basically what my first roommates said to me, that they didn’t want to deal with me.

One thing that they don’t tell you about going to college with depression.

Getting out of bed is hard enough for a typical person, getting out of bed with depression? A little bit more difficult. You feel unmotivated and unwilling to interact with the outside world. High school? You can get called in sick for the day. For most colleges, you miss 3 classes and you’re out. I used to hate going to class and having to socialize with everyone. I did it, yes. But I really just wanted to let them all know how I was feeling on the inside. But what happened with my first set of roommates, I was scared to let people know how I was feeling because I feared of being judged and losing more people in my life.

Two things that they don’t tell you about going to college with depression.

I always felt alone on nights, most of my dorm would go out to party, but I just didn’t want to. It meant feeling alone surrounded by a bunch of people. What’s kinda funny looking back though is that I really wasn’t alone. A lot of college students suffer from depression, especially the people you don’t expect to be.

Three things that they don’t tell you about going to college with depression

How do you picture a person who suffers from depression? Do you see a person that wears all black with cuts on their wrists? Or do you see a person smiling brightly on the outside? You never know who is suffering from depression. Everyone is beautiful, but not everyone is able to see that in themselves.

Depression doesn’t define you as a person. Depression makes you the strongest person you’ll ever meet. ❤

Comment if you have had any other experiences you didn’t think you’d run into with depression and college! Let’s let everyone know!!!!

it is what it is.

Since I can remember, I’ve always had a bad leg. I have done countless hours of physical therapy, icing and getting massages done to it. The last thing I have tried was a steroid shot injected into my knee.

Nothing seems to work.

Whenever my knee hurts, I find myself slipping back into my depression. It sucks. I like being active.

But then I started thinking. (my mom always says it’s never a good thing when I start thinking haha)

It is what it is. I think that I’m going to make that my new motto. Instead of getting down on myself about not being able to do certain things, I just need to realize. It is what it is. I may have been given a bad leg, but a bad leg doesn’t make a bad life. I can still do things, just to a certain extent. I just need to realize this. It’s not going to be an automatic thing, it’s going to take some time to “retrain” my way of thinking.

But I can do it. If I can bring myself through everyday with the pain and struggles I get in my leg. I can retrain my way of thinking so negatively about my leg. I am a strong person.

So, if you’re struggling with pain, and nothing works for you–remember that. You are a strong person that gets up every single day to live. Remember that you’re living, and that’s the most beautiful thing in this entire world. ❤

Lonely.

Sometimes I get really lonely. It really hits me right in the heart. My heart just feels empty. Like, you know the feeling when you’re just in existence and not really living? Not feeling? Well lately, I feel as if that has become my life.

As much as I’d love to sit in my room in the dark all curled up in blankets, I can’t allow myself to do that. I can’t let the emptiness in my heart take over and become the emptiness in life. I’ve worked too dam hard to be happy and experience happiness, to let it all slip away. F*ck you depression. Seriously. You’re done taking over my life and deciding things for me.

It’s time that I live for me. It’s time that I feel my heart beating, and not just know that my heart is beating as part as a biological process.

As I think about happiness I had a recent thought pop into my head that I had the other day. So, I was walking into the dining hall at my college the other day, and I thought, “Dang, I’m so lucky to be alive, I’m so alive to be walking and being here right in the moment.” That really should be my thought process every single day. I really need to be more positive.

It’s just so hard to be positive sometimes when you just don’t want to be active or social. So I looked around at 5 ways of being more positive and wanted to share 5 things that stood out to me to possibly help some of you 🙂

1. Exercise at least some portion of my day to get positive endorphins going. I want to get better at running. That’s a goal I have and once I get that goal it’ll boost my confidence a little because most people can outrun me.

2. Work at getting more sleep. Being in college, I tend to go to sleep really late, and then get up for class early in the morning. I should cut off work and socializing at some point so I won’t be so tired and sad all the time. Also, I should get up at a set time, that way I don’t feel like I waste my day and feel useless.

3.  I need to stop comparing myself to people. Seriously. I always compare myself to like EVERYONE that I see. It’s so bad, I’ll admit it. I’m never going to be as good as them, and they won’t ever be as good as me. Because there is one copy of everyone. I don’t need to be better then everyone, I just need to be better than the past me.

4. I need to get rid of my past experiences with roommates. I’ve had some pretty awful roommates, and I just recieved a new one in my apartment. I’m nervous to see what is going to come with her, because I’ve had so many experiences when the roommate and I haven’t exactly seen eye to eye. I need to give this roommate a new chance. I need to forgive my past roommates in hopes of making a new friend with my roommate and stop hiding from people. With my depression, people tend to become scared on “how to deal with me” so i just need to move on.

5.Go with the flow. I think that speaks for itself. I need to lose control and handle things as they come.

“Happiness is a journey, not a destination.”

the gym.

Whenever I go to the gym, I go straight to the free weights after stretching, screw cardio. But every time I go over to walk to the free weights- I feel as if guys look at me as if I’m in the wrong place since usually, I’m surrounded by guys as the rest of the other girls are over doing some form of cardio.

Don’t get me wrong-there’s nothing wrong with cardio, it’s just not my thing. It used to be, but I would dread going to the gym just to go do that.

My mom used to be my biggest annoyance with me being a girl and lifting weights. “You don’t want to look manly for your boyfriend.” “You’re getting bulky maybe you should go run.” But then I sat down with her and told her this story.

In my senior year of high school I was in extreme pain with my back after suffering an injury on vacation. I couldn’t walk up the driveway after leaving work early one day. I had to call my parents from my car and have them take me to the hospital. With that injury, I was mentally crippling into the deep darkness. I never thought I’d be able to do a couple things: 1. run, I used to be a soccer player and that was just something I would do. 2. Jump, I used to also be a volleyball player 3. be a normal every day active individual. 

I took doing certain things for granted, when in just one split second, I had it all taken away from me. And that is why I lift.

I lift for the past me, who had trouble even bending down to pick up simple items. I did it for past me, who didn’t think I was strong enough to even live. I did it for the past me that would watch from the cardio machines over at the free weights and thinking “Dam, I wish.”

I stopped wishing, and I did. I watched, I listened and I learned. Now, after lifting for about a year I don’t even think of the physical attributes that come along with lifting, I do it for the mental relaxation that exercising gives me. In fact, I no longer dread going to the gym — I get cranky when I don’t go (haha)

I’m a girl that lifts. How badass is that.

My mom now understands where I come from, she has seen me through it all and now even agrees that I seem happier with where my life is at this point.

The other day, I was able to deadlift 165 pounds. I took a video and sent it. My mom replied with, “you go girl.” Now those 3 words may not seem like a lot, but having my mom be proud and supportive of what I do to make myself happy is a great feeling.

For anyone that has seen the movie Unbroken or has read the book, I have a quote that I can now relate to, that I now live by, and if you don’t know anything about it, look it up—great everything about it.

“If you can take it, you can make it.”