By Katy Stang | email@example.com
It was 11 p.m. on a Thursday night and I, a 20 year-old college junior, was sitting in the library sobbing uncontrollably while editing a class project. Now, I know what you are thinking and no, I am not an emotional fool. It was something else. I had hit my metaphorical wall. The wall that appears when you have reached the limit of stress and utter BS that you are drowning in, and boy was I drowning.