Thahabu

There’s only a few weeks left in the semester, and I am once again overwhelmed with final projects. They’re all pretty interesting. I have to create a racial image for my race and representation in cinema class, and I’m writing a 12-15 page paper on Chewing Gum as counter-cinema for women’s liberation.

These past two months have been rough with the passing of my uncle and grandma within almost a month of each other, so I’m proud of myself for simply making it to class as much as I did. I was in a really dark place the first two years of college, and when I transferred to my new school I began to slowly crawl my way out of that cave. I’m trying to make myself whole again, whatever that means. I’m taking more risks with the way I dress, and in turn becoming more confident.

I’ve been dealing with some really weird health problem for almost four years now, and every time I went to my primary care provider they’d brush it off as an exaggeration. I finally got to see a kind and competent doctor who took all of my complaints seriously and did everything in his power to figure out what the problem was. He quelled my fears and let me know that what I’m going through isn’t anywhere near fatal or serious, but I need to take better care of myself. That changed my attitude immensely, and I think I’ll be able to be more productive now that that anxiety has been extinguished. On top of already having some really cumbersome symptoms, carrying around this fear of having some serious disease was keeping from getting so much stuff done. I’m so happy I can let all of that go now and live a more fulfilling life. ♦