Musings of a Semester Gone By

It has been an up-and-down semester. Not socially, as is most individuals with autism's experience in college and not physically- except for my knee being twisted and an ankle twist and my nose being nearly broken, I have had a perfect one physically- no small feat when everyone around you seemingly is getting sick. Not spiritually- I have been almost as much on fire for the Lord or more when I was doing church activities for major therapy relief. Perhaps it's been up-and-down in other areas. You see, I have struggled with depression for most of the year, but it hit super hard the beginning of this term. I thought I wasn't going to survive this semester or would have to medically withdraw. I thought I was stacked against the odds. And I was. But as nearly any time I've been stacked against it emotionally and academically (that is the other thing- grading has been near glacial in my Media class and I had to drop a class I ended up needing because it ended up being too much to do that class and two others), I have bounced back. I am on an anti-depressant and it helps- but the biggest change is me. I am more comfortable. I am more enjoyable with life. I am happier. I am able to do more well. This has been, in due time, an adequate semester. With work getting better, there is a can't stop, won't stop attitude in me. And that gives me comfort knowing that.