I survived my teen years! How? I am not entirely sure...but here we are, not quite a month in to my 21st year of life. Unlike my first summer home from college, this one is proving to really bring me to a deep place of anxiety and depression as I figure out how to survive until I can head back off to the sanctuary of a college campus - filled with others who may be just as lost as I am.
I always thought that at this point, I would be set - some money in my savings account, a practical plan for tomorrow and maybe even the next year - basically I expected to see the pieces of my life really falling in to place. What I have found, at the wise old age of 20, is that I have been expecting all of the wrong things from my life.
