Finding My Place, Finding My Voice, Finding Myself
I’m learning you cannot always plan out your life. As many of you know, last September, I lost my grandmother. What many of you don’t know is that by last September, I was completely lost. My college experience has been rough, and not at all what I expected it to be. By the time fall 2019 rolled around, I didn’t recognize myself – not physically, not spiritually, not emotionally, and not logically. I had been sick most of the year and would continue being sick well into the next few months. Though I was never given a diagnosis, that illness drastically altered my life. I had lost contact with many of the people I had considered friends, since I did not have the energy to keep in contact with them for almost a year. Losing my grandma in September was rough, but physically, I was not sick for some of that month. That trip to Ohio was a time where things started to look like they were turning around. On that trip back for my grandmother’s funeral, one of my cousins drov...