Oh christ. Let me present to you this conglomeration I experienced last year:

-Being a pre med student with extremely high standards

-Having underlying anxiety/depression to begin with

• Prescribed adderall

-In a highly stressful abusive relationship with someone who I loved

-Living in a house with 4 other girls who were in a sorority (2 of them were continuously loud as shit at 3AM and were disrespectful and dirty). One roommate in particular made my life a living hell.

-My bedroom was in the worst location of said house. It was right next to the living room (fake wall to separate) and next to the front porch. I literally got 0 peace to recuperate and as an introvert this was making me insane.

I ended up developing a 6 month bout of uncontrollable diarrhea (~10 times a day) and had to run out of lectures to prevent myself from shitting in public. I ended up in the hospital twice from panic attacks.

I was miserable all last year and 2017 wasn’t a walk in the park for other reasons (apartment fire).

Life really was putting me on my ass for a hot minute- tbh I’m still amazed that I made it out alive.