I should have written this hours after the fact, but too bad. Its over. If you look at the description you can see that I made some minor, but significant changes. I am no longer a student of BYU. It's about damn time.
Reflecting on my experience I can divide my BYU experience in 3 distinct segments. The first being my freshman year. It was a time where I learned how to live on my own. I had a rude awakening, as most freshman do. We all were the smart ones, but now the smart ones are competing for that title. Then post mission, those were the good times. I was still very deep in the closet and successfully keeping my self hatred at bay. Then there was the depression segment. This obviously was the worst. I was on a journey of self discovery. I had never allowed my self to truly feel the trauma I had experienced growing up. Most importantly I finally stopped lying to myself and quit dating girls.
I love BYU, but I also hate it. I gained some of the best friends I have ever had. I had many new experiences. It's like we are told in the scriptures, that since there is good there must be evil. I certainly had "evil" times. When I say evil I mean bad.
Its over and its scary, but I need to move on.
Hooray! What a relief in SO many ways!
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