So in a few days I make the move to Boston to start taking classes at Harvard. Now, moving isn’t anything new to me. In fact quite the opposite, my constant moving is party what has caused my life to be stalled and feel so “temporary”.
But I’m banking on this being different. Im going back to school. There will be opportunity in my classes. Clubs to join. Professors for mentorship. Friends to make. Furthermore, I’ll be living with other grad students. So there could be a bond there too. And because I’ll be living in America again (Which, sadly, seems tragic considering he 4 years were about to have)… but anyways…. that means I won’t have any visa that runs out and forces me to uproot once more. The people I meet and the life I make here could be with me for the rest of my life.
Ah, but of course….I have depression and anxiety and DONT THEY JUST LOVE TO THINK OF THE WORST OUTCOMES POSSIBLE?
What if you go broke? End up alone forever? Fail out of school? Get sick and die? and blah blah blah…. well you know what mental problems, the flight is booked. The classes are paid for. Ive already found an apartment….theres no going back now.
So you’re just gonna have to fuck off for a bit, and if you don’t, Ill fuck you up.
Oh hey… depression and anxiety…. can you just stand a little closer to that bathtub with a toaster in it? …. ya… go on…a little closer… I think there might be someone in it who is happy… maybe you could ruin their life? Hmm.. sounds fun right???
Ok ok now get in the tub…. yep you’re so close I think you’re about to….
never give up people!
~ The Dark Horse