I started this blog how many years ago to talk about this
journey I've been on to find myself? But
I haven’t been very loyal to writing, and by the time I think about what I am
going to write, or have any desire to write anything at all, I realize I've
forgotten my password, or I’m too lazy to open a word document, or some other
lame excuse that keeps me from sharing my feelings with everyone else who may
or may not know me and who may or may not judge me.
But let’s be honest here, ever since I started this blog, I've
had a few readers here and there who I have never felt like for one second
judged me based on my thoughts or beliefs, or especially my fears. Which is why I am sitting down tonight in an
attempt to say everything that is on my mind and let this out of my system,
because I can’t think of any other way to do it.
It the many many many months since I have written a word on
this blog my entire world has changed. I
have traveled to and from another country. I have lived on my own. And a lot of big changes have occurred in my
life.
First of all, in May I filmed and uploaded this video to my
youtube channel talking about my huge quarter life crisis I was going
through. I haven’t found much relief
from this yet, but here’s the video if you want to see what was going through
my head back then: http://youtu.be/fdlbNpNt_eU
If you remember way back to when I first started this blog,
I often complained about my job. I was
working at a veterinary hospital and if it wasn't obvious that I was miserable,
let me stop you here and tell you that for three years of my life, I spent
every day I was at work debating if I should quit or not. I stuck it out. I put up with a very mean boss and allowed
myself to be miserable, because despite how much I hated it most of the time,
the people at that office were like family to me.
While I was away on my Study Abroad trip, something very
serious happened that I don’t talk to a lot of people about: My boss committed
suicide. I was, despite how much I didn’t
like her at times, very upset by this.
She had given me a chance to work somewhere I would have never been able
to otherwise and although I spent a lot of time hating that job, she had taught
me so much and I had learned a lot about myself in more ways than I could even
try to explain.
I can’t decide if being away from home at the time made
things better or worse. I was a mess for
a few days (not to mention it was around finals time too). I was even more upset that I couldn’t be there
to support people I considered my family at the time, not to mention I had no
idea if I was going to have a job when I came back or not. It was not a good time in my life.
However, that being said, it did have one benefit. For a good year before this happened, I had
decided that I no longer wanted to be a veterinarian. And although I had found a way to tell my
parents and a few others, I had never had to heart to tell anyone at work. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone or make
them feel like they gave me the job and I was actually just wasting their space
and money. When my boss died, I finally
felt a sense of freedom, despite all the bad.
I didn’t have to face her and disappoint her. I didn’t have to keep lying to myself that
maybe I could convince myself that I could still be a vet even though I was
100% sure that wasn’t what I wanted to do anymore. It was relieving to not have to worry about that
anymore.
I feel horrible saying something good could come out of
someone’s death. But despite how much I
miss my boss as a vet, and despite all that she taught me, and all that I’ve
come to realize from working there, I finally felt like I was ready to do what I
wanted to do and wasn’t going to be disappointing anyone. I could finally be honest. And surprisingly, everyone at work was very
open to my decision to no longer pursue Veterinary Medicine.
With that said I was supposed to start the process of
applying to graduate schools early in the fall, but as time came around I kept
pushing it back further and further and further, until I had no choice but to
sloppily apply to some schools I felt I would fit in well with. I was pursuing phd programs in Ecology and Conservation
and applied to only six programs.
Flash forward to about January 7th when all my
applications were done and the last 60 dollars was spent sending in my
applications. I wanted to at that point
forget that I had applied and just wait until somehow magical acceptance
letters showed up in my inbox, but with graduate programs that’s never the case
and for almost a week after I was dealing with lost transcripts or advising
problems and everything else that could stress someone out during an
application processes. To this day
still, not everything has been taking care of, but I am to the point where I am
so tired and so depressed that I don’t even have the energy to put the effort
forward anymore.
Basically what I am saying is that since about January 7th,
I have found myself in a horrible depression that stemmed from what is called
an existential crisis. I don’t have the energy
to do school work, or to respond to emails, or to schedule meetings. It’s hard enough for me to roll out of bed in
the mornings and get my hair and makeup done so I can look like I have it all
together, when really on the inside I could just curl up in a hole and
die.
It’s just senioritis.
No its not. I feel like I’m
staring down a deep dark hole of oblivion that is trying to eat me alive. I can’t see passed tomorrow and I have no
idea what is going to happen to me after May and that scares the hell out of
me.
I’m terrified.
Of everything.
What if I don’t get into grad school? What am I going to do
with my life? Taking a gap year is no
problem really, but where will I work? Where will I live? How am I going to make enough money to live
off of? Will I even be remotely happy?
Am I even going to want to reapply to graduate programs again, we knew
this time around was hard enough for me.
What if I can’t?
What if I do get into grad school? What city am I going to
end up in? How am I going to move there?
Where am I going to live? What am I going to do? I’m going to be moving out of my house. I WILL BE MOVING OUT. And that isn't exactly something that is a small deal. For someone who has lived at home for all but 6 months of her life, leaving home to move out for good is a REALLY big deal.
I am so scared that it’s ridiculous. I have never had a time in my life where I
haven’t been able to plan my life out. I
have no idea what I am going to be doing in May, June, July, April, the rest of
forever. Everything after graduation is
a huge giant void of I don’t know. And
to say that shouldn't be scary…I’m sorry but that would be wrong.
THIS IS TERRIFYING.
I know. I know. I shouldn't worry about the “what ifs”. I shouldn't worry about things I currently
have no control of. But take someone
like me, who is desperate for what little control of her life that she can
manage to get a firm grasp of and take that away, and what do you leave her with?
So there’s my honest truth.
I am afraid. I am depressed. This is oblivion.
In a few months we’ll know I guess. We’ll know where I’m going.
I can’t get over the overwhelmingly numbing feeling of fear
to feel anything like curiosity or excitement, so I guess I will leave that up
for you to feel.