I just submitted the last assignment of my last required course as a music therapy master’s student. Next semester I take thesis seminar, and then I get to write my thesis. Holy fuck.
And I need to find an internship (I feel like finding the internship will be harder than doing the work for it). Once I’ve got that, my certification is practically in the bag and I get to spend the rest of my life doing what I love…
It’s so close, I can smell it. I can even sorta taste it. But I can’t see, hear, or touch it quite yet. It’s driving me crazy.
a day with depression 