I am a twenty-seven year old post-graduate with a big mouth and a blog. Surprising?
In college I studied psychology with a focus in neuroscience. I thoroughly enjoyed it and often consider going to grad school to continue my studies in neuro. But that’s a rabbit hole I’m not quite ready to jump down.
If I make that decision too soon I fear that I’d last only a year or so before having a nervous breakdown in the form of a poorly planned lab heist where I strip naked and open all of the rat cages screaming “Run, my children. Be free! Be freeheheheee!”
In animal studies meant to simulate human depression, rats are subject to a variety of “stressors” such as electric shock, immersion in cold water, tail pinching, etc. Anhedonia is observed through the occurrence of hormonal and behavioral changes, for example: A rat is placed in water and it no longer attempts to escape; it stops treading and just floats there… wanting to die.
I clearly lack the emotional disconnect required for many of these studies.
As for my own life, I know too well the feeling of just floating around wanting to die. But you’ve gotta swim eventually right? So I’m determined to give this “go it your own” way a try.
One thing I’ve always known for sure, no matter what I pursue, is that I am a writer. I’ve been a writer for as long as I can remember. I’m in love with words and I am observing my world always.
Thriving as a twenty-something in today’s society is a bit trickier than it used to be, and as I struggle along I want to share my experiences with you.
“There are times to stay put and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.”