I go home for Thanksgiving tomorrow. I hope that I can make it until then. I’m so overwhelmed. Tired. After that I have one week. And then the semester is over. I really hope I can make it to that. Three papers. One test. And then I’m done. With this semester. And then one more semester and one thesis. And then I’m finished with my Master’s. With prayer and luck I’ll survive. I’m almost there.
I’m struggling a bit right now. I’m exhausted. I have no energy. I have no emotional reserves. But I’ll make it. I have to.