Rolling in the Deep Battling Acceptance, Anxiety and Depression

When thinking of college, the average person’s mind drifts to the opposite sex, partying, Greek life and dreadful papers, midterms and exams. As a young adult, I would always be warned about having to revive my GPA, sitting in an 8am class with a hangover and spending nights in the library rather than eating pizza and watching movies in bed. For some strange reason, these warnings intrigued me and I couldn’t wait to create ‘warnings’ of my own. I was ready to get all A’s. I was ready to drink responsibly. I was ready to keep up with my syllabi and not have to pull an ‘all-nighter’ but simply refresh my memory. I was ready to make my college experience the best of both worlds: eloquently extreme. But, little did I know, these would all be the least of my worries. There would be far worse things.
The one thing that I was not informed of was the pain; the psychological pain. What was I supposed to do when all of the other girls had grown out of their acne? What was I supposed to do when that certain group of girls didn’t want me to be their friend? What was I supposed to do when I couldn’t move off of campus because I didn’t have a car? What was I supposed to do when my boyfriend became incarcerated and we had to end our two year relationship? What was I supposed to do when my grandfather passed? No one warned me about these ‘minor’ issues. No one mentioned this in their 4-1-1. So, what should you do? What did I not do? Ask for help.
Not to confuse you, for the most part, college is one of the best experiences you’ll ever have. You’ll meet some amazing people and accomplish some amazing things but when you lose that significant other and when you feel that slither of disappointment, whatever you do, don’t go through it alone. If you’re failing a class, sign up for a tutor. Set an appointment with your professor. Set an appointment with your advisor. Set an appointment with your dean if you have to. If you’re feeling discouraged about not being accepted, talk to your resident advisor. Talk to your campus counselor. Never ask yourself: “who cares about my stupid acne or my lousy boyfriend?” They do! That’s why they’re there: to listen and render compassion. They’re there to help you.
According to the Suicide Prevention Resource Center, 18 percent of undergraduate students have pondered the idea of ending their lives for reasons from low self esteem to problems in the home. Don’t be a part of that 18 percent. I was a part of that 18 percent and it is the number one thing I regret from my college career. Had I sought help, I would have never lost my scholarship. Had I sought help, I would have possibly made more friends. Had I sought help, I would have become more involved and my resume would be a lot prettier. Don’t let your problems control your college experience. Release them, gain confidence, find peace and be happy with who you are. With peace, happiness and love, your college experience will be nothing less than satisfactory.

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