Suitemates and Sorrows

  Here's an interesting thing about us four girls in the suite of 215: we are all struggling. Four weeks into our first years of college, and it is clear that we are all having a hard time with it emotionally.  All of us have anxiety and depression, so tossing us into this little piece of life called college is pretty harsh on our aching souls. Three of us came here with a boyfriend to think of. Now, one is in an extremely unstable relationship, one just cut the ties, and the other (me) is struggling to improve so she can keep her long-distance love flowing strong.
   Stress is pressing down on us like an abnormally shaped 50-ton weight. There's just no way to get comfortable. Our sanities are being stretched, and we are begging for any form of comfort; we want our pets, our boyfriends, our families. We try to find ways to cope, but it's hard. I bought a couple of betta fish to take care of, an adult male and a baby female. They're definitely a huge help. Taking care of Hetfield and Astrid helps me have something to focus on that isn't just school or grocery shopping.
   I bring up this topic today because I found out last night that on e of my suitemates has decided to move out, because her depression has gotten  so bad. I was sad to learn of this, especially since we've already had one girl kind of move out (she spends all of her time either in class or with her boyfriend, and only comes here at ungodly hours of the night and decides to be as loud as possible with said boyfriend). So now, it's just me and one other girl.
   I had a lot of thoughts about what college would be like.
   I never imagined any of this: getting hit by a motorcycle, watching suitemates leave, struggling to bring a shaky relationship back to stability.
    It's hard.
   But, as my fencing teacher said on Monday when I told him about the accident: "Sky is unbreakable."