A game-changer!
The first half of the Fall 2017 semester has been rough. Try as I might, I simply can't get into the groove of things. I keep saying to myself: "When is this semester going to start?! School, at this point, feels surreal. I've spent a lot of time feeling detached from myself and my surroundings thanks to depression. As a result, I've stopped studying, taking notes, and reading chapters. I managed to cram the night before for one of my midterm exams but didn't even bother cracking the books for the other exams. The day of one of my exams that I didn't study for, I walked down the hall to the class room feeling like an inmate being lead to the electric chair. I knew I was about to get seriously fucked. And Sweet Jesus, did I ever! This exam was probably the most difficult I had ever taken. 85 questions worth of guessing later, I walked out of the room feeling worse than when I had walking in. I kept wondering how I could allow myself to be so unprepared for