During my last class today I remembered how irritated, withdrawn and tired I used to be in college, and how many mistakes I made during classes just because I couldn’t focus because I was so hungry or hung-over.
And realised how alert I was and how easy it was to concentrate because I’d eaten and stayed off the alcohol, and how easy it was to answer questions and talk to the other people in my class since my throat wasn’t too dry to talk properly. Kind of made me realise that even though I want to give up sometimes and it’s fucking hard, it’s definitely worth it.
Still pretty bloody tired though. But that’s the work of going to be too late and getting up early haha.
Random post, but it’s so I can look back and remind myself why I’m trying to recover when it all turns a bit shite.