I don’t know whether or not this is good. Being busy is good for my depression. I’m not sure it’s good for my anxiety, but overall I think I feel better. Sure, I dropped out of school this semester, which is pretty much the most humiliating thing for me.
I’ve been busy due to the fact that I “have to prove to my parents that I want to stay here.” It’s fair; I’m not complaining. The things I’ve been busy with though aren’t exactly fun.
I pretty much hate myself for dropping my classes this semester, but at this point, I really didn’t have another option. I have my dog to keep me busy, and to keep me from being too lonely.
My next step is to find a job. I’d be perfectly happy working in a restaurant like I did at home. But in a college town, where that’s pretty much all anyone can do, it’s pretty difficult to find a job. I guess we’ll see how all this goes. At some point, if I’m not making progress, I won’t be happy with these kinds of things keeping me busy. I’m just afraid I’ll give up like always.