Whelp...here it goes.
So. I have just finished my first year of college. And let me tell ya, it’s a war zone out there. For the purpose of my sanity and keeping my identity, I chose not to join a sorority; I have gone back and forth as to whether this was a good idea or not. Either way can’t go back and change it now.Â
As you would expect I experienced a lot my freshmen year, among them, frat parties, weight gain (ugh), and mountains of stress. Now that I’m home, my mom jokes that I have post-traumatic stress disorder from having such an insane year. Although I think this is a little dramatic, I do believe I have changed negatively. I have noticed feeling very lethargic, unmotivated, and unsocial. I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with depression.Â
Long story long, I don't feel like myself. I feel as though this body isn't mine because of the additional weight and the foreign personality. This blog is a cathartic way to track the change I believe I can accomplish. Over the next several weeks I plan on writing down my struggles and achievements through getting my body back, both with execrise and taking anti-depressants. This is my story.