Holiday break is almost over and school starts again next week. I’m dreading the time I’d be out of the comfortable silence of my dark room. I don’t hate school actually, I love it, it’s what keeps me busy and prevent me from digging myself further into the hellhole I’m in. I know what’s happening to me, the signs and symptoms are there, and I’m not in denial about it. I know because it’s what I practice. I’m a psychology major, currently on my last semester and hopefully graduate in May. Being a student of psychology doesn’t make us immune to mental illnesses, as what my favorite professor told, it only gives you the heads-up of what you’re against with. I know I should talk this out to someone, reach out, ask for help but it’s hard. I’m gonna keep this to myself for now.