Forever Ago.

Let me recount freshman year. I was lost. I was confused in fall and depressed in winter and trapped in spring. I had stomach pains and stress about nothing and when I laughed, it was not with happiness. I was sad. My friends were present but they seemed to be the same as before. How could they live like this? I felt removed from them--from everyone, for that matter. Around March my mother talked to me about therapy, she though I was going to commit suicide.
I had cold hands and too much free time.
It was not a clinical depression. I had a melancholy born of circumstance, not brain chemistry. But I wish, now, that I had done something more than lay in bed and shiver. Talked to someone, or gotten properly angry at the people making me miserable, or switched science classes.
There is so little in waiting. There is so much in doing.