Your first year of college is an exciting time. For the first time in your life, you’re on your own, without your parents around to question your decisions. It’s freedom. It’s independence. It’s liberation.
My first year was no exception. Intoxicated by the endless possibilities of life without parental guidance, I relished the freedom, friends and the dining halls full of food. I never went home unless I had to, and even then, I spent my time counting down the days until I could return to school and resume the new life I had built there.
But sophomore year has been different. In fact, it kind of sucks. The independence is just plain lonely, my friends are always busy and I would sell my firstborn child if it meant I never had to eat at the dining hall again. My mental health is circling the drain, and, quite frankly, I just want to go home.
It’s no secret that mental health is of particular concern among college students. Campus culture can be toxic – given the competition, pressure and expectations, it’s no wonder so many students suffer.
For me, these factors have only just now begun to manifest themselves in my everyday life. Now that I have college “experience,” the clock is ticking, and I’m supposed to know what I want to do with my life. I’m supposed to choose a major and stick with it, to find an internship and get a job and pad my resume with even more extracurriculars, because trust me, the next two years will fly by. At least that's what everyone tells me.