I Changed My Major, Life Updates
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I Changed My Major, Life Updates

So, I’ve recently made quite a few changes…

Major Change

I dropped my second major in multimedia journalism. I was enrolled in a broadcast news class, News Reporting & Writing II, and realized my distaste towards broadcast news. Broadcast news… Think script writing (for news anchors, often on a teleprompter), creating news packages with giant clunky cameras, etc., not your everyday press release or feature.

My love for writing is ever-flourishing, but the mediums of broadcast journalism, print journalism and writing as a concept are very diverse. Since I was not enjoying broadcast news, I dropped the class because I would’ve had to take several additional broadcast news classes to complete a minor or major in multimedia journalism.

I am four hours away from completing my B.S. in public relations. I’ve added minors in entrepreneurship & innovation and professional & technical writing. Yes, I will still graduate on time in May of 2020. I would like to work in PR with a focus on social media and copywriting, so my minors are more focused towards what I’d like to do with my life.

Leaving Young Life

Within a few hours of changing my major, I also stepped down from my position as a volunteer Young Life leader at a local high school in Statesboro, after being a part of this ministry for three years. This was definitely one of the harder decisions that I’ve had to make during my college career. However, I’ve had a lot going on in my life and I knew it was an act of obedience that the Lord called me to.

Mental Health

My mental and physical health have been plummeting since this past August. I have been to several different doctors since August, and no one ever had an answer. In June of 2017, I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). This wasn’t necessarily an incorrect diagnosis, but it failed to encompass a lot of things that I struggle with internally.

In August of 2018, I was diagnosed with Attention-Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD) and began medication a week before two of my close friends were kidnapped. This traumatic event spiked my anxiety and erased any progress I had made with my anxiety over the previous year. For ADHD, I was prescribed to take 40 mg of Vyvanse (a stimulant medication) daily, in addition to the 75 mg of Zoloft that I was already taking for anxiety.

Stimulant medication increased my anxiety and exacerbated my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) symptoms. My OCD symptoms had subsided overtime when I started taking Zoloft in 2017, but at the time, we only knew that I had an anxiety disorder and didn’t intentionally treat the OCD. Thus, Vyvanse caused the OCD symptoms to spike and they were much more noticeable.

The best way to describe my mental state… I am a giant balloon of anxiety leaking everywhere. Every disorder I have is an anxiety disorder. Doctors create “disorders” because they like to put people into categories and find similarities between disorders to form a diagnosis. But, I have X amount of symptoms from several anxiety disorders, high enough on the rating scales to be officially diagnosed. I don’t fit in the box, rather my diagnosis is very complicated and abnormal- as all disorders are.

There is a lot of overlap between my OCD and Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD) symptoms, but I am diagnosed with both based on my symptoms, mental health history, and rating scales. Finally, I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) from a few situations that have occurred throughout my lifetime.

To recap, I have ADHD, OCD, OCPD, GAD, and PTSD, which are all anxiety disorders. Long story short, ADHD makes me a mess and OCD makes me obsessively organized, and I just regard the rest as a whole bunch of anxiety.

Physical Health

Over a few months, I was randomly having episodes of fainting, vomiting, and diarrhea– which were debilitating over time. After this went on for quite some time and several doctors’ appointments later, the doctors decided it was Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS). IBS is essentially an anxiety disorder and spikes with my anxiety. I also have Anemia, an iron deficiency, which is a symptom of IBS. Eventually, my physical health caught up with my mental health.

But, God is good, and everything gets better with time as we age and progress in wisdom, we learn and grown when facing adversity.

Note: I filmed this video a month ago, but I have not had time to post it. I hope to be posting at least once a week during the summer.

xx,

Daria

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