I realize I haven't shared in a while, I have been studying for finals and writing essays and papers. My brain feels like jelly , this semester has been a rough one, but I have made it. My grades are good. I am amazed I was able to function this semester with the amount of stress I have had. After the death of my ex, I realized I could go two different directions. I could let it drown me, or I could fight against the waves of despair. I reached out to my instructors and told them I was struggling. After talking with them, we agreed I would come in to class earlier and work one on one with a particular class that took a lot of concentration. This particular instructor took the extra time out of his morning and helped me. We had wonderful conversations every morning.  I realize that by doing that I worked through a very difficult time in a healthy way instead of crawling under my covers and  shutting down and getting sicker. I realize that is how we get through rough times, by being there for one another and sharing our pain. I am so grateful to have found a way to cope with life instead of life running all over me.