I have this tendency to have heart-to-hearts with my Lyft/Uber drivers even when I don’t feel like it. It’s because my Midwest roots don’t allow me to get into a car and not acknowledge the driver (although I do apologize profusely for not talking when I’m tired…I’m insufferable). We are so busy sometimes that we forget the importance of human interaction, but some of the most random people we run into give us the greatest advice at just the right times.
So click-baity. Sorry guys, couldn’t help myself.
These past two months have been super stressful for me. Among studying for the GRE and applying for nursing school, my fall semester of classes has started. The pressure is on, and I am totally reminded of why I only applied to two undergrad schools when I was in high school…it’s draining. I’m exhausted and emotionally void. The anxiety of “am I getting in or am I getting rejected” is overwhelming, to say the least, and the prospect of not getting into any schools crowds my mind more than I’d like to admit.
In short, I’m stressed as fuck.
TW: Disordered Eating