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This post was authored by undergraduate student Gina Reitsma for Professor Christine Wilson's ENG 335 assignment, Writing as Social Action. It is part of a “Student Speaks” series on the RCL blog.
When I graduated college the first time around, pre-COVID, I vowed I’d never go back to school again. I had just spent four years getting a two-year associates degree at a community college. I was only a part-time student, but I still struggled with keeping my head above water. My mental health had taken a nosedive in 2016, somewhere between starting my first job at a local Walgreens and the “Pokémon go to the polls” incident. I had been tracking my mood on a new period tracking app and realized that I marked most days with a blue frowny emoji. I then decided it was time to try seeing a therapist.
Even though I started my therapy journey while I was in school, I still struggled. If you’ve been to therapy before, you’ll know that the first year or even the first couple years are a bit rough. Your mind is still getting used to the new thought patterns and reframing that you’re trying to hammer into it. You’re undoing all the unhealthy coping mechanisms learned throughout your childhood. It’s hard work, it’s tiring, and sometimes, I’d rather just go back to sleep. I was still having panic attacks, still falling behind on my homework, and still dealing with many crippling phobias.
In 2019, my mental health was drowning me yet again and I considered dropping out of school. I was encouraged to stick with it because I only had one semester to go. I needed that god-forsaken piece of paper that supposedly proved I was worth something to employers. So I did it. As soon as I graduated with an Associates in General Education, I immediately felt relief. Throughout my academic career, I had this giant boulder of pressure on my shoulders. It was finally being lifted.
My journey wasn’t over yet, though. I continued going to therapy every week while picking up part-time jobs. While attending college, I got a job at my local library in the circulation department. It started out as a shelving position, but I quickly moved up to a service desk position. I loved working at the library, but without a Master's degree in Library and Information Science, I could never be full-time. But I did not want to go back to school. I couldn’t have that boulder be dropped back on me again. Instead, I picked up other jobs that might fill the gap. I worked at a doggy day care and I walked dogs; I even tried retail again. I was miserable everywhere I went.
After all the trial and error and dipping my toe in other career fields, I realized the library was where I wanted to be. I decided I couldn’t leave the library in favor of somewhere that would give me full-time hours and health insurance. I was not going to be the person that hated their job, that dreaded Mondays, that contemplated quitting every week like clockwork.
At this point in my life, I had already made tremendous progress with my therapist. I started taking medication for my depression and was discovering that I also had ADHD. This progress opened up many more resources for me. I read books and watched videos about how to manage ADHD which seemed to help me. My mental stability began to even out. I was, dare I say…happy. I finally felt like I could take something else on, something challenging. I knew it was time to take the next step; I applied to Dominican University.
Therapy has taught me a lot in 8 years. Eight years ago, I couldn’t see myself surviving well into my adulthood. I wasn't able to picture myself turning 30. Now I can. I’m 27 now and I truly wouldn’t be here today without the help of CBT and a good old SSRI. Sometimes I feel too old to be getting a bachelor's degree, that I should have done this years ago. But that’s not true. I bring a different perspective to the discussions in my classes, the perspective of someone who has entered the so-called “real world” that our professors talk about. I have a real goal for my education now. I’m not the same 18-year-old that was being pressured to choose what I was going to do with the rest of my life.
How’s that for reframing?
Editor's Note: Dominican's Wellness Center offers free counseling services. Please visit their website or email wellness@dom.edu to find out more about their services.