I was in and out of college throughout all of my twenties. I was very early in my recovery from schizoaffective disorder and the stress of schoolwork often left me symptomatic. I dropped out four times and changed my major five times. I would like to say the story ends happily — I did eventually graduate — but college doesn’t really prepare you for what comes next.
About six months after graduation, adulthood smacked me like a ton of bricks. The real world is cruel — especially when those student loans come due. The money didn’t feel real when I was in school, but it feels very real now.
The cycle of working and paying bills is never-ending, but I know I am in good company — with the rest of the world. Adulting is tricky and even at 37, I don’t think I’m doing it right.
College was always very important to me, but was the price tag worth it?