In a World of Hurt already...
I'm going to be honest about this and say right now that probably the best way for anyone to respond to this is via hug, because I need one.
I try not to think about the juggling act I have now begun to undertake (classes started the other day), but my confidence has just sunk so low that my fears are basically eating me alive at the moment. It is not helping that my lappy AC adapter died the night before said classes started, which killed a live chat I knew I had to have or else (this feels eerily similar to the day I lost a stress management workshop I felt I had to attend or else, and having to cut thanks to sleeping problems is still something I haven't and probably will never forgive myself for). I haven't been able to put my feelings into words since.
This semester start now feels worse than the previous one, if that's even possible, and none of my classes are in danger of losing sessions this time (unless, of course, winter arrives early here in New England as it sometimes does).
I try not to think about the juggling act I have now begun to undertake (classes started the other day), but my confidence has just sunk so low that my fears are basically eating me alive at the moment. It is not helping that my lappy AC adapter died the night before said classes started, which killed a live chat I knew I had to have or else (this feels eerily similar to the day I lost a stress management workshop I felt I had to attend or else, and having to cut thanks to sleeping problems is still something I haven't and probably will never forgive myself for). I haven't been able to put my feelings into words since.
This semester start now feels worse than the previous one, if that's even possible, and none of my classes are in danger of losing sessions this time (unless, of course, winter arrives early here in New England as it sometimes does).
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