Our lives are filled with “branching vines”, “belching bogs”, and “pathless, seamless, peerless mud”, my life being no exception. One swamp that I had to cross was when I was diagnosed with depression in the spring of 2016. During this time, I was extremely overwhelmed with my school work, part-time lifeguarding job, diving career, and on top of it all, figuring out what college I would attend. I was beginning to crack under the pressure of having to keep perfect grades, to score high enough at meets, and to make a college decision. I felt like I was sinking “into the black, slack earthsoup” like the narrator in “Crossing the Swamp”. I was losing my footing in all of my activities, and it began to affect me
Our lives are filled with “branching vines”, “belching bogs”, and “pathless, seamless, peerless mud”, my life being no exception. One swamp that I had to cross was when I was diagnosed with depression in the spring of 2016. During this time, I was extremely overwhelmed with my school work, part-time lifeguarding job, diving career, and on top of it all, figuring out what college I would attend. I was beginning to crack under the pressure of having to keep perfect grades, to score high enough at meets, and to make a college decision. I felt like I was sinking “into the black, slack earthsoup” like the narrator in “Crossing the Swamp”. I was losing my footing in all of my activities, and it began to affect me