Moving on, or just barely moving?

So I thought that I had everything under control.  I thought that I had it all figured out, and I thought that I was ok.  Turns out that I am not.  I am not ok.  School starts on Monday and that will be a really good change.  This will finally be my last semester of school.  I know that it has taken me forever, but I would not have changed a thing.  not a single thing.  I am torn like an old sweater, but life will be ok.  Everything is going to turn out.  It wont be what I expected it to be but it will be good.