The stress is real. Midterm week came and went and now I find myself in a slump. How do I manage to work and be a good student and socialize and just breathe? How do I learn how to be an adult, when all of this is normal life and I can barely do it as an undergrad?

So then tonight I took a step back and cried with my friend. I cried and ranted and chatted and cried and ranted and chatted some more.

And what did I realize?

That I live a good life. I’m blessed enough to live in a good country where I have the opportunity to an education, and as a woman, I won’t be shunned for it. I have to ability to walk on two legs and use two arms to get my daily jobs done. I may be of a bigger size, but I’m in good health, and I’m not plagued my disease. I have a roof over my head where I can eat, sleep, shower, and just simply be. I have technology that helps everyday life and I live in a modern world where I am truly helped by so many advancements.

I am so Blessed.

And God loves me.

I struggle, because he sees strength and perseverance in me. I got this. And I am not alone.