So. It’s an annual giving campaign for my alma mater St. Lawrence University. I’m giving more of a shout out for it because St. Lawrence saved my life. If you didn’t think I was depressed when I was in college then you’re ascribing me more acting talent then I thought I had. A lot of my drinking then was me striving to drink more than my friends. Some of whom are still friends saving my life.
But when I was at St. Lawrence I was learning more than I thought I could learn in the classroom. I wasn’t always doing the work (I was rarely doing the work) in the classroom, but darned if my professors didn’t teach me a lot about European History and American Politics. There were the student life professionals who were always willing to listen to me. There were the administrators who were also willing to listen to me. All of these parties still listen to me even if they’re no longer at St. Lawrence. I know I can shoot Dean Petty a message, or Kate or Mama Suzy or Seth or or or.
There’s also my parents who are SLU alumni. As I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten better at actually talking to them about where I am. That’s been helped by the SLU community that’s gotten me good at actually talking about myself and my talking head shrink who I’ve gotten better at talking to about my actual feelings.
If you find yourself hiding your feelings find someone who you feel you can actually talk to. Whether a coworker, a supervisor, a shrink, a doctor, a family member. Make sure you’re not just sitting on your feelings. Your feelings will only grow more fierce if you sit on them.
my inner journeys 