Sometimes I wonder why I try.

When do I try and when do I quit?

If I gave up, life would pass me by.

I don’t think I would particularly be proud of myself, but sometimes it all gets exhausting.

My new job is relatively stress-free. I love what I do; I can turn my brain off my anxieties and do more rote tasks.

My current job is not too stressful either, although it might get a little busier over the next while.

It’s school that’s giving me a lot of stress and anxiety. Our first class session was this past Monday, and there’s a lot involved. 5 projects, one co-teaching session, and one teaching session. There’s a lot that’ll need to get done. It’s one class, but it’ll probably suck up most if not all of my free time.

I’m so close to graduating: two semesters away. If I gave up now, right before I earn my degree, I’ll have wasted two years’ worth of tuition and classes.

I guess I’m trying to find ways to cope with my workload. It ain’t easy, that’s for sure.

I do know, however, that my education means a lot to me. It’s what promises better opportunities down the road. And the structure of classes gives me mini-goals towards which I can reach my final goal of graduation.

I’m worried about the post-grad job search still, but I’ll try to tone it down. I’ll cross that bridge when I get there, right?

Today I had a therapy session where we came up with a gameplan to address my homework and academic goals. During that session, we also mentioned a few DBT techniques that I’ve been practicing without realizing it.

I guess those years of therapy have paid off. I’m just hoping I’ll have an even more robust skill set to face the messiness that is life.