This has been my main view for the past couple of weeks. It’s not a great one. My life outside of work has consisted of my couch, Netflix, my stepdog, Tony; and Boom Chicka Pop. Welcome to my slice of situational depression.
I moved 1,400 miles away from both my hometown and my college stomping grounds. That’s really frickin’ far. I didn’t realize just how far until I got all the way to Vegas and realized that most of my friends were still in the Midwest. I miss them. Like, so much. I also miss having a social calendar. When I moved to Nevada, I guess I thought I would be transporting my Des Moines life with me.
“I have no friends I have no friends I have no friends I have no friends,” has been playing on a near-constant loop in my head for the past couple of weeks. Occasionally it is broken up with other fun thoughts like “I’m crying at work again” and “My grandpa’s in the hospital.” So yeah, I’m doing great.
Post-grad depression is definitely a thing, at least anecdotally. The transition from a tight-knit college community is hard. And lonely. I have an amazing roommate who I’ve known since I was 15-years-old. I love her, and she’s helped me get out of dark places before. But, she is thriving. She has a full social calendar, an expanding career network, and a fulfilling job. I’m still working on all of that.
My therapist said exercising and meeting new people are likely to make me feel better. Well no shit. I know that. But leaving my apartment seems pointless these days. As long as I have enough Boom Chicka Pop Sweet & Salty Kettle Corn, to last me through season 2 of GLOW, I have no reason to leave. I identify as an extrovert, so that’s a sure sign my mental health is struggling.
Vegas is a great place to be if you want friends and family to come visit you (shoutout to Rena and Ike, that was the best 13 hours I’d had in weeks). Weirdly enough, as bummed as I’ve been, I don’t want to be any place else. Las Vegas has all the things I wanted in a post-grad city: events and concerts, an international airport, 24-hour taquerias. I just spend way too much of my time wishing all of my college pals were here to explore with me.
I’m so lonely, I redownloaded Tinder. I’m in dire straits. Any tips on how I can spend less time being sad and more time enjoying being young in Vegas? Leave them below or shoot me an email. I need all the help I can get.