"An entire sea of water can’t sink a ship unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly, the negativity of the world can’t put you down unless you allow it to get inside you."
Sometimes I forget how much I love to write.
I dread writing research essays and I can’t stand due dates.
Sometimes I forget to just sit down and write, about whatever, with no pressures of making revisions or meeting a certain deadline.
Writing is my passion, it is an area in which I feel I am at my strongest.
But, I’m just so ready to be done with college. I want out of this academic world so bad I can’t see straight.
I just want to take some time to fall in love with writing again.
So I wrote a short story for my Creative Nonfiction class…
I’ve been experimenting with the part in my hair recently.
I tried the ol’ straight, center part and I had so many flashbacks to my mayhem middle school days.
Not a good look for me.
About my depression. I was genuinely terrified to share it and considered deleting the whole ten pages at the last minute.
But I didn’t. And fourteen people read a small piece of the very darkest part of me.
I was expecting the whole process to be like opening old wounds and pouring a huge bottle of peroxide on them.
But it was so therapeutic. Like, better than talking to a friend or even to my counselor.
It was like putting things on paper made what I’ve gone through real, but okay at the same time.
I’ve considered printing a polished copy of my essay and just burning the pages in my backyard, just as a physical representation that I am not controlled by my past, but I have the strength to move on to live a much greater future.