Adrift
It's the end of the semester and I'm suffering from school fatigue. Thirty-six credits (18 classes) in, and I'm questioning its relevance again. I've also begun to suffer an inferiority complex, because while I'm puttering along to finish a Bachelor's program, several folks I know are completing Master's courses. I'm not any less miserable in my job, and would consider it a relief if I did get laid off this summer. I feel disconnected from everything and everyone.
Once again, I refuse to focus on the positive, and instead am feeling useless and left in the dust. It might just be the change in the seasons talking or another round of depression setting in; I don't know.
I don't like talking about these feelings. I don't like admitting when it's exhausting to muster up excitement for something. I don't like feeling tired all the time. I don't like feeling sad when there's so many reasons not to feel that way. I hate that I'm wired gray.
As far as school goes, I've got one week to go. Then I've two weeks off and then more school. Yay.
Once again, I refuse to focus on the positive, and instead am feeling useless and left in the dust. It might just be the change in the seasons talking or another round of depression setting in; I don't know.
I don't like talking about these feelings. I don't like admitting when it's exhausting to muster up excitement for something. I don't like feeling tired all the time. I don't like feeling sad when there's so many reasons not to feel that way. I hate that I'm wired gray.
As far as school goes, I've got one week to go. Then I've two weeks off and then more school. Yay.