There has been a lot of obstacles through this first semester of college. When I was being brought up by my parents, they always told me that I shouldn’t be anybody else but myself. Since the end of my Junior year I have changed… I have grown a lot, but with that I have backed up in my shell. The smiley, always joking around me was not there anymore. I would have spurts of it, but I was never consistent in my actions. That is a huge deal do me.
I didn’t realize that I had changed so much until today. One of my good guy friends went to visit his home for the weekend, but on sunday when he wasn’t back I thought it was a little weird. Yesterday I asked one of his friends if he was alright, and he just looked at me and said, “I’m not supposed to tell anybody.” Right then I knew it was bad. He began to tell me that my friend was not okay, and that it was bad. I began to worry so much. I texted him and told him I was praying and thinking about him, but he didnt answer. I sent him another text today, and he actually replied. He told me that he had to spend 72 hours in a mental institution…. he didn’t say why, but I can think of a few things and it scares me. I don’t like to see a friend is so much pain. The day that he left for home I saw him and he was very depressed… I wasn’t the nice me that I usually was, and it sparked something that made me realize that every one of my actions could and will affect someone around me. I want it to affect them in a good way.