three fucking cheers for beating anxiety/depression’s ass and picking up my life and moving it across the world
I’m patting myself on the back today because I remember when I used to hate everything I was and did until I found the motivation to change
You know what the change was? Living for myself
aaaand not being a perfectionist.
This time last year I didn’t want to get out of bed in the morning
And after my best friend’s encouragement I picked up, got into counseling and met with some academic advisors and started sorting out this adventure
not saying my life is perfect now;
I miss my family and friends to bits and I am pissing away my student loans/ “living in the moment”—
But my grades are decent and I manage magazine and volunteer at elementary schools and get to see new things every day and have fallen in love with my home in West Virginia even more.
if only you knew how much power you have within yourself to change your own life, reader. just pick up and go.
When you come back home, you’ll be better.