So last year I’m counting as my year as a 25-year-old. Let’s just say, that 25 was a whirlwind of a year. A lot of people left my life, but a lot of people came in as well. I always look at regret eerily. It’s a slippery slope. I did a lot last year and grew a lot. Those hard and lonely times are what made who I am happy to be now. I do regret staying silent for as long as I did. I started struggling even before school started. I starting hiding away and not talking to anyone right away. I never got the excitement when school started. I just wanted to hide away. I lacked hope. I lacked belief in myself. I didn’t talk in class. I didn’t talk to peers. All those feelings and thoughts swallowed me. I wanted to start growing and getting the most of my experience but I lacked the ability to do so. It wasn’t until much later in the semester that I reached out for help and started to speak out about mental health. I started reading my writing to others. I started to take medication. All those steps and pieces helped me grow and become stronger. I still have my struggles, but I am doing better. I can’t help but think if I started speaking earlier, then maybe I could have gotten more out of my experience than I did.