For the first time in a long while, someone asked me how I felt, and if I was OK.
I told them that it felt like my brain was wheezing. It’s such an absurd image — of course my mental health is not a little emoticon with arms and legs and lungs. If it was, it would be running away from the chaos wrought upon me by school and work and post-grad uneasiness. And maybe it would read a book while watching the sunset on the Mallorcan coast.
Like so many other seniors, I have found myself swallowed by an uncertainty surrounding my identity as a young college student about to graduate amid a pandemic. It is a socially isolating and anxiety-inducing experience, and every day my brain huffs and puffs to compartmentalize it away.
One of the most sustaining thoughts, however, is the repeated reminder from my fellow seniors — friends, peers, even coworkers — that I am not alone in these challenges, and that I am not the only one facing them.
In this COVID-19-stricken world, we’ve been running for so long — pushing to make it through the school year, wrap up graduation requirements, pump out job applications, figure out post-grad plans and organize living situations.
Seniors, when do we slow it down to a paced jog? Or a relaxing stroll?
I think it’s probably OK for us to take a minute and admit that we can feel lost or burned out or even sad during this time. All the good that could have happened over the past year — to rejuvenate and lift us up — didn’t happen. A pandemic cast splotches of darkness over the light and joy that might have more obviously carried us throughout this uncertain period of growth.
Because that’s what it is: growth. It’s uncomfortable; it’s painful.
It might be full of laughter with those we’ve been able to reunite with. And also tears, and car rides to emotional playlists, and leaving friendships, and building new habits or distractions, and frustrated pencil tapping, and adrenaline-pumping runs or workout routines, and demoralizing emails, and requests for extensions. And maybe a creative cooking experiment or two (I'm guilty as charged for that one).