No Imagination, it isn't exactly what you said, it's the fact that you said it in my thread, where I admitted to literally crying in my first post. I was nearly one of those suicide statistics earlier this morning. I had a plan, I had my letters written, and I had the pills saved up. My husband decided to stay home for no particular reason today, and foiled my plans. No joke. Simply for the fact that driveways in MI don't have room for side-by-side parking, I am alive to write to you.
I had friends in my first class. I have a few friends in my current class. I have friends in the class that I will be recycled into. No one close. I had a very rough childhood. Vet school, my medical complications, and my depression have nearly ruined my marriage. We talked today, when I went to him crying asking him to move his car so I could go kill myself in peace. Things can still get better. But vet school is no damn picnic.
So, when you get here, look me up. I promise to be real, I'll show you around, I'll tell you which profs to look out for, and which ones to look forward to working with. I'll help you choose clubs to join, and I'll be here for you... so long as I'm here myself. Just promise me to not ever ask those questions again of someone so on the edge.