When I was younger, I always had a plan for how my life was going to play out. I was going to go to college and get my degree, fall in love, get married, have kids, and find a career that I was truly passionate about.
I would be a writer, spending my days lounging at my desk with a cup of coffee, spilling my heart onto the page. Of course, all of this would be done by the time I was 30.
It’s funny to look back on life and compare my optimistic views of my youth to the reality of today. But when I was in college, I thought that I was on my way to those goals. Maybe I had fallen slightly off-course, but who hadn’t?
As a sophomore in college, I experienced an act of violence against myself which tinged the remainder of my college experience. Rather than discuss it with others, or head to therapy, I chose to self-medicate.
Erik Christian Johnson is a full-time blogger, self-development advocate, and full-time network marketing Entrepreneur.
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