
Friends of ASCCA: McCartney shares about the Camp ASCCA community
When I left for camp Sunday morning, I was depressed. I’d spent the last few months in what seemed like a never ending spiral of anxiety. If I wasn’t stressing about my future, I was probably calling myself a terrible writer, a terrible advocate and an all around terrible, unlovable human being. I woke up that morning convinced I was destined to a life of loneliness and wasted potential.