I may not have made the Dean’s List at my college (or even gotten a 3.0) but I’m damn proud of myself this semester. I survived a horrific professor for accounting (which I learned is harder than I thought lol), got B’s in classes I loved, and got to work at my job on campus that I love. For doing all of this during a pandemic, I couldn’t be more proud of myself and how I survived this semester. ❤️

I think we need to stand back and just be fucking proud of the fact that we got through a difficult year. It doesn’t matter how well you performed. It doesn’t matter if you have a great GPA or if you don’t feel like you did your best. What matters is that you fucking survived working your ass off during a pandemic when all that 2020 wanted to do was kick our asses.

Honest to God, I’m so fucking tired of having to explain to people that insomnia is more than “not being able to sleep.” it’s having constant anxiety at night keeping you up and worrying about everything you can. It’s about staying up until 9 in the fucking morning and feeling delirious throughout the day, even when you sleep.

While we’re at it, let’s normalize talking about insomnia. Everyone thinks insomnia is so scary (I first did when I was 12 and uninformed) and quite frankly, it still can be when you don’t have the right info.

For those who will ask (and I know there are people out there who will ask because I constantly get this fucking question): “Have you tried reading a book, meditating, working out, etc.?” The answer is: I THREW THE BOOK OF SLEEP AT IT. I even tried MELATONIN (which surprise surprise didn’t work). For people who have insomnia like me, all we need is a little love and support.