it’s 4 degrees…I’m not kidding.
I don’t know if it’s just me that sees a huge difference, but I’m so proud of myself. I feel healthier and healthier every day. Never ever going back to the days of drinking liters upon liters of mountain dew, eating McDonald’s at least once a week, and stuffing my face with cookies and chips. I couldn’t even imagine the girl in the first picture anymore, in a lot of ways.
I’ve been a survivor. Today sucks. But it’s also a mark of how far I’ve come.
After talking to you yesterday, I’d love to gather all of my Tumblr posts about you when I was happy and show you. I want to show you the post about the you that I miss. Sometimes, I wish I was what you wanted. Not to brag, but I’d be the best girlfriend you’ve ever had. And I know I would be.
when i’m upset i really don’t want to talk to anyone. so looks like i’m gonna be mute until i decide to make an appointment with counseling services. love being a fucked up individual so much….
Welp, just when I thought my life was getting better my roommate that I actually like tells us she’s going to study abroad next semester leaving me stuck with my roommate that makes me want to slit my wrists at the mere sight of her, (Literally cannot even stand being in her presence: it automatically puts me in a bad mood.) and some random subleaser. Happy fucking life. Yay. Honestly my birthday in Mt Pleasant is now ruined and so is everything about next semester. I won’t even ever be in my apartment because I’ll just want to cry.
I feel like (and probably sound like) a selfish bitch right now, but I don’t think anyone understands how horrible this is. I don’t want to act like I’m not happy for her, because I am, I just wish that she would have told me sooner so it didn’t leave me in a super situation.
I wanna cry.
Xanex is my savior.
I need a drink.
It’s been a shitty week. I’ve been going through it like a zombie because money is the sole ruler of the universe, therefore a dictator, therefore evil.
Anyway, yesterday I got home and remembered that I promised a friend I’d go see Frank Warren (the creator of Postsecret) with him. He was speaking on campus and I’ve been dying to see him speak. Even though I felt like a load of actual shit, I couldn’t miss the opportunity. I threw on some yoga pants and drove to the auditorium. And honestly, in that hour, my life changed.
The strength of not only the secret senders and Frank himself, but of those also watching him speak was unreal. At the end of the phenomenal and hilarious program, Frank invited people in the audience to come to two microphones set up on each side of the room and reveal a secret if they so wished. The individuals that stood at the microphone laughed, cried, and stood tall telling a room full of strangers their deepest secrets. One girl in particular struck me. She began by telling us a list of things she’s survived: depression, cutting, abusive relationships, etc. The closing of her secret was what got me. She said, “and it pisses me off that overcoming all of that makes me a better person than anything I could ever write on my resume.”
How true though? Your future employer will never know how hard you worked to overcome a mental illness. They’ll never know that underneath your recommendations and past employers is a person that’s been so strong. They have no way of knowing that they may be sitting across from the most inspiring, hard working person they’ve ever met. They’ll never know what it took for a person to just make it this far or what prevented them from giving up. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this girl’s secret. It will stick with me forever and a day. <3
After the presentation by Frank, I went to a meeting for a volunteer trip I’m attending this weekend. I didn’t know anything about the trip before this meeting except that the cause was survivors of aggression. I soon found that we would be working in a women’s shelter for the weekend, making them breakfast and cleaning out a donation room. I couldn’t be more excited! This is exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life and I’m getting a chance to see it first hand. My second favorite thing about the meeting was on of the individuals attending. A guy. Throughout the meeting he expressed his worries about the women being afraid or weary of him and seemed a little uncomfortable, but the fact that he’s even going makes him an awesome person in my eyes. I would have never imagined a male sitting at the table when I walked in for this meeting, and at the end of the weekend I hope to tell him how awesome he is for participating in this, because men like him deserve to hear things like that.
So, I’ve decided that even when I’m having a horrible day and my world seems like it’s caving in around me, I know that I can look in the mirror and know that I’m a strong person that has overcome more than a lot of people. I can know that one day I’ll help people. That’s my purpose in life, and I can’t quit moving toward that goal. Just gotta keep truckin’.
p.s. here’s the postcard Frank gave us to send into him. The other side is blank as of now, but when I get the chance you better believe they’ll be a secret on there.
sometimes when I scroll through my dash I think, “HOW DOES EVERYONE KNOW HOW I’M FEELING?!”
everyone’s annoying me. I’m going to work out, shower then find a coffee shop and sit in it by myself and read. alone. why’s everyone so annoying?
aka, my favorite month of the whole year. I am literally in love with Halloween and fall and the trees changing and I just LOVE everything about it.