Therapy. I wish I discovered this in high school. Yes, I went to therapy. Damn. I was in CAPS. Counseling and Psychology Services. I feel like CAPS sounds a little extra but damn it helped. I have thought about going early during my years at college but I never made time for myself. So when the 5th year came around, I was suffering with hardcore anxiety. It was to the point where it was bottling up and making me feel foggy. Such as someone would talk to me and my mind was in outer space. Like I just felt so out there and I knew something was up. That same year I decided to go to therapy was the year my cousin passed away. That whole week leading up to his passing, watching someone deteriorate right in front of you so fast, broke me. I didn’t know how to grieve. I bottled up my feelings. I was so scared of death. You don’t want to see anyone go through being sick, let alone seeing someone pass away. It ruins you. I talked to my mom about it here and there but it was time to see someone else. I know most colleges offer a free counseling service known as CAPS again. That damn word lol. I took that advantage and went. Letting out my thoughts, feelings, pain, worries and that person not knowing a damn thing about you felt good. It was nice hearing a different perspective than my parents. There should never be any judgment of someone trying or going to therapy. It gives you a whole new perspective of life. It lets you know that there is someone always there willing to listen to you. It’s just therapy. Your mental health is so important, make sure to put yourself first. And in the end, it’s just therapy.