Band-Aids and Duct Tape.

Within the past few months, I feel like I have been losing myself. Usually, you hear a fifty year old woman whose kids recently moved out, left her alone with her five cats, and suffering from the 'Empty Nest Syndrome' utter those words...but no, they are coming from me. They are coming from an 18 year old, freshmen in college, who has just opened a new chapter in her new life. Shouldn't opening a new chapter in your life bring you nothing but happiness? I would have to beg to differ...I feel like I roam around a huge campus, not knowing  who any of these people are..and simultaneously, wondering who am I? Sure, I get that I am the daughter of a wonderful Maker, but at times...I feel so much less. I feel like I am slowly losing my mind, my strength, and who I am.
The phrase, "When it rains, it pours" is entirely too true. Family problems, traffic tickets, boy turmoil, and school difficulty..I have lost my motivation. It's almost as if you wish Life had Bandaids...even though a Bandaid doesn't heal your wounds, it at least covers it up..so you don't have to look at it and be reminded by how much it hurts. Disregard the Bandaids, I feel like duct tape is essential. In all honesty, I try and be as positive as I can, but being a "Positive Peter" can only go so far...
Jesus, my soul is in deep need of a wake up call, and some motivation.