Reflection Essay

I wish I could write my younger self a letter. I want to tell her all the amazing things that will happen in college and not to be so worried, but I also want to tell her the bad things that happen. I know time travel does not exist, so I cannot, and young me would be mad at current me for spoiling stuff. Instead I write this reflection on what I think have been important lessons I learned from my first semester of college.
It takes time to adjust to new surroundings. I will not lie, the first night sucked. I did not talk to my roommate, and I woke up alone in the room. To this day, I do not know where my roommate went. That morning has been one of the worst days of my first semester. I already did not want to go to college. I remained apprehensive

The first being that my boyfriend and I broke up. I know it seems so stupid, but I let go of my best friend of two years. I hated making that decision, but it made me sit down and think about my life. I like to hold onto people and spare their feelings, even if mine get hurt in the process. Even if I know the person holds me back, I have a connection with them. I struggled to wrap my head around basically throwing away two years of my life with someone. I did it though, and I do not regret it. I have had moments where I questioned it, but I feel like I have grown closer with other people. I let having someone states away keep me from enjoying events with my friends. I have learned to stand on my own two feet and know how to pick myself up when something bad happens in my life. This also brought me closer to the guy I sit next to in my music class, who also turned out to be the guy lives right above me. He has become someone I trust with my secrets, and someone I spend a lot of my time with. If I never made the decision to let go of something from my past, I would not be moving forward. Even though I still have so much love for my ex, I held myself back for his sake. I am learning how to let go of things and people from my past who restrict me from reaching my full

I got put on anti-depressants. I have struggled with depression and anxiety for a long time and have been seeing someone about it since sophomore year of high school. The first counselor I saw only wanted to talk about my friends as if they caused all my problems. I saw her on and off for two years before I finally decided I no longer wanted to see her. I then talked to my doctor. She recommended that I still see a counselor but to consider medicine. The next counselor I saw talked to my mom with me the first time. We considered how depression and anxiety both run in my family. We talked about the extent of how I felt and why. She suggested different ways for me to cope and overcome these obstacles, but this happened at the end of my senior year, and I struggled to make time to see her over the summer. I thought I had my depression under control because other than the first night, I had not had any huge breakdowns. One night I realized the signs of my mental health getting worse: no motivation, sleeping a lot more, etc. For once, I decided I needed help myself; usually my mom would notice if I started struggling. I saw two different people here at MTSU, and both said what no one else had said to me: I have depression. That day, the doctor on staff wrote a prescription, and I started my first round of