12/24/2024 - 2:22 AM
Winter break has been a pleasant change of pace, relieved from college's workload and away from the people in my life pressuring my daily decisions. I have time to take a deep breath. Following that breath however is the familiar feel of strong anxiety; there is no such thing as "free time" past the age of 20, you are either working on something or you are being judged for not working on something. At least that's how it's felt for a while. Not to mention the thing I would be working on, finding a job for post graduation, is a major source of my depression and pessimism. So I've struggled to really relax so far, despite being off school for multiple days now.
I realized this past semester that if I knew what I knew now at the start of college, I'd have changed my major to nursing. Happily. In fact I have thought about going to get an associates degree in the field if I can get some money quick from CS. I just find no fulfillment from this field. Computer Science is a useless field, helps no one in a practical way, and demands soul-crushing effort. These are the reasons I looked down on business majors. Yeah, you might make a ton of money, but only if you work non-stop during your twenties and shill yourself to every person you lock eyes with. I'm chronically shy. I have been since I was born. I have a hard time making connections with people who I don't trust and I absolutely fear and loathe interactions with people I've never met. If I knew that "networking" was going to be a crucial part in getting a well paying job in my field, I would have reconsidered. I know I am being pessimistic, but this is how I feel and I want to express it. If I am fortunate enough I'll score a solid job within the next year, work it until I mentally can't, and go back to school for nursing.
I also fear that anxiety and depression have become a new normal to me; I was listening to an album that I love in my room and for the first time in a long while just let my worries go and enjoyed the music. I think I had a solid one or two minutes of real, thorough enjoyment of the record, thinking in my head "whatever happens happens". But when the music stopped and I went to go eat dinner, the weight more or less just grew back on my chest and has stayed since. Nothing should have set me off, no new outside stimuli other than me eating dinner, but I was back in a pit.
At some point I want to talk about suicide and self harm, but both of those topics will be long ass posts, so not happening tonight. Until then, Happy Holidays.