uMwizerwa wa Ngoboka

Today I did my last final for the fall semester. I finished my first semester back from medical leave, and all these little things are making me remember times past. I ate a flavor of ice cream, I don’t really remember the name. It’s after taste was just like these cookies I used to eat sophomore fall before I took the leave. It reminded me of a time when my diet consisted of cookies and milk and sometimes the occasional cereal. It reminded me of how I thought it was practical. How I didn’t know how to change this. I've been thinking about going to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. Finally, having finished the semester and with free time on my hands I decided to concretise the idea. However, I couldn’t help but think of the first time I went there. I was with a friend I met at the hospital. He was then manic and very friendly and I was very depressed but willing to interact. So we decided to go to the MFA together around a month after we were discharged from the hospital. I th...

Last weekend, I celebrated a week since I was hospitalised for the third time. It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving and I had to go to medical for a check-in. The check in turned into me being hauled to the hospital in an ambulance and the works. This is something for me because the year before, I barely passed a month without having an episode. Now, it has been a year since my last one. In all honesty I did have a number of close calls. When I was waiting for the results of my return application, I was showing signs of anxiety and depression. The suspense and anticipation were killing me. However it wasn’t very alarming, and my application was accepted on a Friday night. I cried of happiness. I expected to become manic after that, because of how hectic things were and how excited I was. I was never afraid of my mania, it makes me invincible and very confident. However, it always ends in a depressive episode and I am terrified by that one. Going back to MIT was hard. T...