A view from outside Caldwell, the dormitory that I lived in during my Junior year, one of the most tumultuous semesters of my life, and it was caused by more than just early on-set senioritis. The cafeteria meals, a far cry from anything recommended by the FDA, were often a colorful array of lukewarm, unidentifiable substances that seemed to sap my energy rather than nourish it. Amidst these challenges, I found myself grappling with the weight of an emotional fog—my first real encounter with depression. Yet, amidst this chaos, I began to take those tentative first steps toward understanding what it truly meant to give a shit about myself.