
Elementary school was lonely. High school was lonely. University is even lonelier.
In each class, you walk in, sit down, and notice that everyone around you is sitting at their desk on their phone. The person you sit beside doesn’t look up from their screen or even recognize that you are there. You’re nothing more than a body that has entered a room surrounded by people who would rather be doing anything but sit in a classroom, learning about a subject that they don’t care for, earning a degree that they don’t value, to one day have a job that they don’t understand what it means to have.






January 25th is, for myself personally, the least lonely day of the year. It’s when I’m most reminded that I’m not alone, and that other people deal with and support what I’ve been going through for the past 11 years. While a pretty astounding number of people publicly show on this day that they’re willing to listen, it’s ultimately up to those struggling to speak out about their health and seek help in order to completely eradicate the stigma surrounding mental health.