After high school comes college. Well, that was the plan anyway. My dad used to work for UVSC so I got free tuition. Everything was set. I had an apartment where some friends lived, a car, books for school, and a full schedule. I made plans to visit my family every weekend. My first week of college was "fine". Friday I left early to go home for the weekend. I don't remember what I did that weekend but I remember leaving Sunday night at the latest. I made it to Salt Lake City and I-15 was closed at 600 N. I ended up getting lost. I was upset and drove back home. My dad was going to drive ahead of me and show me how to get around the construction but I was too worked up and never wanted to go back. I remember crying uncontrollably that I didn't ever want to go back. Thankfully I have patient parents and they let me stay. The next day we went to Weber and I registered for the semester. Everything in Orem got fixed and I started school at Weber. Everything was "fine" until one day I was on my way to school to take a test when I was involved in a bad car accident. My car was totaled and I missed my test. After the car accident I slept a lot and slowly stopped going to school. My mom noticed and so when I went into the doctors for something she brought up to the doctor that I was depressed. As soon as she said that I started balling. I took a little test and he put me on Zoloft. I was officially on "crazy meds". After a while I started feeling better. It was time I get my life back. I went to a tech school and got my x-ray license and started to work. As long as I was taking my meds I was good. Sometime after I had my first baby I decided to try and go off my meds. I was on a really harsh med that made me gain a ton of weight (like 30-35 pounds). I noticed that I wasn't so depressed but I started getting major anxiety and I started getting sick to my stomach. I went to a specialist for my stomach and after a few tests I was diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome. IBS is when your intestines spasm. Apparently serotonin helps control this and so back on the meds I went. My anxiety got better and so did my nausea. I now know that I will have to be on some kind of meds for this and I'm okay with that.