live-to-the-point-of-tears:

Do I have a great outlook on life? That’s such a funny thing to say about me … I whine and complain and worry. I’m bitchy and impatient and hedonistic. But life can also be wonderful. And the older you get, the better it gets. Your coping skills get better, you’re happier in your own skin, and you learn that you can be alone and not be lonely.

I’ve said before, being an adult is about who you’re with, where you live, and what you do. And I think you have to have two out of the three to be happy. Three is the ultimate goal. One means major things are off or missing.

When you feel sad all the time, it’s time to make some changes, whether that’s finding a new job, ending a shitty relationship, investing more in an important friendship, moving to a new city, or getting a hobby. And it’s time to invest in things that are just for you. Travel or read or do yoga or go for a walk or take a cooking class — whatever works. Alone but not lonely.

I was miserable a lot in college, so I started seeing a therapist, which I recommend. It was really nice to have someone to talk to once a week, but the best thing I learned from her was that everyone feels like this. Every young adult feels the same inadequacies and worries about the same things and struggles through the same life choices. I kept thinking, In the next place, I’ll be happy, but I wasn’t, no matter where I went. I remember looking out over the Arno river in Florence, Italy where I was living and studying and traveling all over the UK and Europe and thinking, Wow, what a waste to be so sad in this place. And yes, it WAS. But I was 19 and that’s how 19-year-olds feel very often, lost.

It goes away. You grow up. You’re safer in your own skin. You’re more settled in the world. You surround yourself with better people. It will be OK. It will.

My sentiments exactly.