Tuesday was the last day of classes in my first semester of graduate school.

What a strange feeling. I know I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I don’t believe in destiny or fate or whatever else you want to call it, but this feels right.

I spent the last week reminiscing over this past semester and it’s all been quite amazing. I have met people who will be my friends for the rest of my life. My classmates are remarkable human beings and I am extremely grateful to know them.

Other than that, I feel sad. I’m mourning past me. I used to be happy. I used to be happy, but in a way that is different from my new happy. I am a different person from the person who started their MSW program in September. I have discovered things about myself that I am trying to love.

Anyway, I am a different person now. I am proud of who this B is. I am strong. I am resilient. I am smart. I am kind.

My name walks around at the grocery store and feels less sad. Less sad because at the grocery store, at least nobody knows there is nobody in love with me.

–Sabrina Benaim