Post 5, a reflection
It seemed like a good idea to live away from my family, away from all the problems that still await me there. The beginning was a trigger; the things that used to worry me fade away as if they don't matter. I feel like I'm in limbo, perhaps it's just anxiety. I worry about many things, like everyone else, but I'm not doing anything about it. I feel guilty about insignificant things, thoughts that don't let me live without shame, that make me question my actions. Could this be the turning point? I rethink my future, but I keep moving forward, trying to fix things a little. At this point, I feel lonely, not in the sense of friendships, but no matter how noisy or annoying I find my home, it's where I want to return. However, as I escape to visit them, I confirm my decision to be far away until the feeling of loneliness returns. I resign myself to keep going until the next vacation. This semester of my career has been the most exhausting of all. The schedule doesn...
