It all happened in slow motion. Seeing him again after 3 years, dancing, staying awake until the sun came up, laying in the grass, playing volleyball, going to the beach, our first kiss..
I am not trying to play the blame game, but my mental health negatively affected my academics more than I would like to admit. My academics suffered along with my mind up until the day that I was diagnosed with Bipolar II disorder. I always attributed my depressive moods with the fact that I had moved away from my family to college. I was only three hours away from home, but the inability to drive and the strong bond between my family and I made it seem much farther away. I was the first in my family to venture off to pursue a bachelor’s degree. Being first generation made the transition that much harder. I began to fall behind in classes from lack of energy and motivation due to the depressing feeling of isolation. To cure the depression I was experiencing, I decided to move back home to Houston and enrolled at the University of Houston. Once classes started up I noticed I was not doing any better than I was in San Antonio. My sister suggested I get a consultation f...
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