I was a mess, a college dropout with insomnia, anxiety/panic disorder, and depression. I was living in a rented apartment with a roommate and working in the stock room at Target. I spent most days playing video games or watching tv, and I’d stay up all night until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I had been through years of therapy and medication and at best I’d just be even-keeled. I had accepted that maybe this was just the life I was meant to lead.

I had spent a good portion of my life waiting for the next big thing. I was always told that I had so much potential and that I’d do big things. The only problem was, I forgot to actually go do them. I got complacent and was not pushing myself to be better. In recent years I realized that no one is going to hand me anything and if I want to fix my problems I’m going to have to do it myself.

I realized I needed to get off my butt and actually work for the things I want.