In therapy on Wednesday we did some processing around the traumas of college. I had lots of meltdowns. Like, lots.
We were talking about a time when I was freaking out, man, living off-campus in the little apartments off Carlton (?). Must have been Junior year. But I was just feeling so fucking overwhelmed, and ugly-cried for 25 minutes about...what? I don't even know. Classes. Everything. I had the best grades that year. Also Hurricane Katrina happened. But I remember crying, feeling all the energy leave my body, going upstairs to Jeremiahmaeda's apartment landing (but why, tho'?) and smoking a cigar.
And just.... Fuck. So stressful. Shoop was there, comforting me. That poor kid. Both of us.
Anyway. Stress management was so not a thing back then.
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