A few weeks ago, I shared that I was mugged and assaulted, and that I would be seeing a therapist to help me cope with the subsequent anxiety. I have been to two therapy sessions thus far, and they have managed to go well.
While I can’t disclose everything that’s been discussed in these sessions, I can say that they’ve been very helpful in terms of helping me get back on my feet. My friends and family have been very supportive and understanding.
During Thanksgiving break, my friend Chris sent me a text that read”[You’re] adjusting well. [M]ost people don’t recover that quickly from trauma, [I] don’t think.”
I couldn’t deny that after the mugging, I was trying my best to live as normally as possible. I was going about the world as if nothing had happened; I was writing, sharing memes, posting tweets, and going out with friends like I usually do.
I replied to Chris explaining that I had been keeping myself busy, as I am not one to wallow in self-pity for too long.
Albeit rather brief, that conversation really put into perspective how far I’ve come, in terms of resilience. Around this time last year is when Joey broke up with me, and I couldn’t even bring myself to smile for at least a week. Getting out of bed to go to work was a nearly impossible task, and being around friends and family was draining.
About three days after being mugged, I was able to laugh, smile and enjoy life.
I’m not sure if I managed to adjust so well because I’ve become more resilient or because I’ve had so much terrible shit happen in the past that I’ve become desensitized. I guess in a way, the two aren’t mutually exclusive, right?
Despite being adamant about keeping busy, I did take the entirety of Thanksgiving break off from work. I needed a few days to just do absolutely nothing but spend time with friends and family.
I came back from Thanksgiving break feeling a lot better. I’m not nervous about going out, plus I’ve been carrying pepper spray on my person at all times.
To put it in Drake’s words, I think I like who I’m becoming. I think this catastrophe has really allowed me to learn and grow.
I am going to continue to see the therapist because I know I am going to need to speak with someone to get me through finals.
Other than that, things are looking up. I’ve been sending out applications and resumes for “grown-up” jobs, mostly out of state. I even signed up for a roommate matching service, and I found a cool dude with whom I could potentially live in New York. If I end up going to L.A. my friend Jon and I have decided that we’re for sure living together, so I’m excited for that.
Also, providing that I do end up moving to either of those two cities, I know that I’m most definitely going to have to get a night/weekend gig aside from my full-time job. I found about this Los Angeles-based app called “Wag!” which is basically like Uber for dogs. Instead of calling for a ride, you call for someone to pick up your dog and take them for a walk. If I end up in L.A., this will, without a doubt, be my side gig.
I’m really excited for what’s next in my life. After winter break is over, I’ll have one more semester of college left. The past year has taught me that there’s nothing really that can destroy me, so I know I’ll be able to handle whatever happens.
Now, here’s to getting through final exams and surviving winter break with the extended family.