The night before Generals, I was surrounded by all my study materials, and I felt so unprepared. I just lay on the floor and cried until I fell asleep. I went on to pass by the skin of my teeth. It took me a while to summon up the courage, but I went to Princeton Counseling, and ended up starting to see a psychiatrist. I’m still far from okay, but I’m now able to stay functional, and I think I’m getting a little better every day.
Anecdote #14
