Between the rejections and the uncertainty, everyday has been a struggle. A struggle to get up and face whatever is coming my way. A struggle to believe things will all turn out alright. A struggle to believe everything happens for a reason.
I hope my dreams aren’t completely crushed this year. I was so sure of where I would be next year, but now I don’t know. I can’t believe that not getting into grad school will turn out to be a good thing, if it does happen.