The 54th Deadline: Regardless of failure or success, you learn. Life grants people so many chances to get it right. Three words have defined me as a person for most of my life: on good days. On good days, I can be great. On good days, I feel like a million bucks.
“Life has to continue regardless, but we all must put up a front that things are OK on the surface.” Do you remember those moments when you were a kid in gym class, you get hurt a little bit and needed a timeout before joining your classmates for the rest of
“Painful memories sting, but to relive them feels like a living nightmare.” The sadness has not subsided. It has intensified. It feels like I am suffering a flashback, one that is entirely way too real. I had to take a personal day from work. I did not want to go near
“Sadness drains the very sense of joy from you, making life itself feel quite dour.” This whole day, I was reminded of a similar sadness I knew all too well back then. The very depression-riddled, soul-sucking feelings from five years ago returned. In full force, no less. And just like that, I
“To fight battles others cannot see every day is a soul-draining, taxing endeavor.” Throughout the years, I have learned how I am my own worst enemy. I am my own worst enemy because I continue to enable the negativity to keep popping back up in my life. I revert to inefficient
It’s been clear to me that certain voids are preventing me from feeling whole as a person. Life is wonderful, but it also has a lot of bad stuff to it. Now mind you, I wonder if it’s the gloomy side in me talking, but lately I haven’t been able
——————————————————————————————————————————————– The 54th Deadline: For every success, for every botch, life will always give you many opportunities. ——————————————————————————————————————————————– As I write this, I can feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I can’t quite seem to let it all out. It’s one particularly odd thing about my personal “depression” from