It’s been a few years since I graduated from Uni, but it is far from a distant memory and the feeling of complete chaos is still very fresh from those totally irresponsible, ‘glory’ years of frantic cramming.
We live in a world where we are constantly waiting.
We normally think of fear as something that’s holding us back, or something to be avoided … but what if we could see it as a powerful tool?
We’re constantly struggling with the past, in so many ways:
When I saw first Terry, a Cairn terrier, I was nine years old and thought to myself, "I love you and want you to be happy forever." We did everything together, from taking walks to Terry begging me to play with her while I was going through mountains of homework. However, I never expected to be using past tense when talking about a dog who was seven last year.
My personal problem was trying to figure out if forgiveness for myself and my friends was an option after my friends and I failed to save my dog when a Newfoundland attacked her when we were trick-or-treating my junior year.
Our lives are spent building up to more important moments, later, the moments when we’ll be happy.
You don't have to go far to find someone complaining about the effect video games have on young people.
Today I deleted several apps from my phone: Twitter, Reddit, Feedly, Snapchat, the N.Y. Times app, and more.
I’m letting go of distractions, or at least learning to.
I started medication at the age of six for anxiety, depression and OCD, and I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder at the age of 17. After searching for answers, following many bouts of depression and hopelessness, I decided to escape the emotional jail built for me. About eighteen months ago, I did a complete 18. Below are a few things from my “toolbox” that have helped me live a life I never thought possible. I spent all those years looking for someone or something to save me, all I needed was to look within myself.