two years ago if somebody would've asked me what I thought my senior year would be like I would not have said anything close to what's happened. two years ago I thought that senior year was going be my year. I thought that surely I would have it all together, that everything would be perfect and that all my troubles would have vanished. I never thought that I would be in weekly therapy sessions battling depression. I say battling because it is a battle. everyday is a struggle to get better. it's honestly not even being able to make it from day to day, it's getting from one hour to another. I never thought that I would be on anti-depressants and anxiety medications. I never thought that I would quit cheer. I thought that I would have my college plans all figured out. I thought for sure that I would be getting a scholarship to the school of my dreams. I didn't plan on moving away just to suppress a mental breakdown. I think that's the funny thing about life though. it is never what we expect. life will throw us the craziest curve balls and the wildest situations and we are expected to trudge through them and in most cases we do. things are going nowhere near how I thought that they would be going but that's honestly okay. I believe that everything happens for a reason and one day I'm going to be able to see why all this has happened.
"I am weakness. I am greatness."
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