In Part 1, I shared how I was far away from home and felt really alone during my first semester at college. There were thousands of young people around me yet I felt isolated and ignored. I was very confused and my whole world was turned upside down.
After many many days of feeling really really bad, I decided that I just could not go on that way. Something had to change.
So I took all the courage I could muster and went to see a student health counselor.
Now perhaps you, like me, grew up in a community in which people did not see therapists. And if they did, they certainly didn’t talk about it. Seeing a counselor or therapist was essentially an admission that you were crazy or even worse weak.