The End is Near

I wonder if this is what postpartum depression is like.

I am done with school. Other than the distribution of our resource guide that we made for our community project, I have nothing left to do. But I feel... sad. Depressed. I don't have that normal end-of-semester high. I will be pinned one week from today. I will graduate a week from tomorrow. Why do I feel sad? I can't figure it out.

Ahh, nursing school. I think it's been a love-hate relationship, and one that I will truly miss. We were talking about it today-- that as much as we complain, whine, and say that we hate school, we really do love it. And honestly- this is going to sound silly-- but what is my role after this? I'm not having an identity crisis here. I just don't know what to do with myself. School has literally defined me for seventeen years.

I have worked hard to get here. I'd think I'd feel differently at this point- yet why don't I? We'll see how I feel in a few days. Maybe it's just exhaustion- both physically and emotionally.