It was around 2007 when I entered my first year of college.
I was afraid of the new challenges and the course load of what was to come because frankly I didn’t do well in high school. I thought college was another level.
The rumors of writing 20 page research papers was intimidating especially when I could barely write 2 page research papers in high school.
Now I originally started off as an engineer major, but along the way I somehow switched to being an art major, as if I knew how I was gonna make it as an engineer…
now as an artist what job was out there for me drawing.
The one thing I wanted in life was to know I could make it on my own and take care of myself.
However that was hard when I had no money or a job to help me out financially…
and for the high paying jobs that were available, I didn’t think my skills were good enough so I didn’t even attempt to apply.
I felt stuck and towards my senior year I fell into a deep depression.
I remember laying in my room in the dark and just kept asking myself
“what am I going to do?”
I had a little over a year before I graduated and I felt nowhere ready to make it in the real world.
Then something happened…