I remember this feeling. It is the same way I felt, two months before I graduated from my MFA program. The feeling that I can't make it, that I can't take it anymore, that I just wanted to quit.
Yes, I remember how it felt and now know that it was worth pushing through and getting that degree. At the time, though, I thought I'd go crazy. Back then, I felt alone and scared and frustrated. Nobody seemed to understand what I was going through.
And here I am, again, frustrated and feeling alone. And like before, I'm not really alone - just not fully aware of all the support I have out there. I need to remember which people are my actual supporters, and which ones are rainy day ones - there as long as I am fine, as long as they don't have to listen to me whine and complain. That seems to be my life lesson - be aware of who is real, and who pretends to be.
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