Dropping out and my hopes...

I'm not someone who likes to admit defeat in any capacity. Whether it's my pride, ego, or what have you. But as a senior graphic design major with crippling GAD, MDD, C-PTSD, and ADHD I think I owe myself some time away from college. I have completed all of my graphic design courses, so art was never the issue, it was those damn gen-eds that killed my college experience. 

Now, I can't even face my parents. I'll be moving in with my boyfriend and his family to be closer to Chicago and some possible tattoo places to start my apprenticeship at. I'm praying this will work out. I admit I'm scared but I'm also just happy to finally be away from my family for awhile. It wasn't the healthiest place to be, but leaving home is terribly bittersweet. I feel guilty. I don't know what to expect in this new chapter, but I'm so incredibly hopeful. 

Hope you all have a wonderful day.