I don't tend to write much when I am feeling down. Like most people I prefer to hide away when things aren't going the best. I don't like to share that I am struggling or that I need help. I prefer to keep it all in and try to deal with it myself.
Well, I try to deal with it mostly by myself. Inevitably my mother, my fiancee and my closest friends hear about my big struggles, but I don't usually go write a blog about them. Perhaps I should be more transparent, but to be honest, I don't really want to.
I have to say that in the last several months I have really struggled. Among all the changes in my life in the past six months, I feel like I have been constantly faking excitedness, happiness and enthusiam. I was excited to move to Minot and start a new life, but there so many different things going on, many days my excitement felt forced. But I am happy to say that now more often than not I don't feel like I am faking it anymore. I feel like I might actually be making it.