It sucks living with depression. Not only do I sometimes have issues just finding reasons to get up in the morning. I also have times where I can not stop crying. This one I am in now has been going on since I gave my speech on Thursday. I can stop for a while but then it starts back up again. It doesn’t matter if I am sad, happy, hopeful or cynical I cry for it all it seems.
This past year has been herd for me. I have been losing focus and not keeping up with my homework. I think knowing this is my last semester at Normandale Community College has this affected me. I have been comfortable there for the most part, though I have pushed myself out of my comfort zone more since I have been there. I love the teachers and faculty there. They have been really supportive and caring. Hell, I am 41 I knew this was coming. I just didn’t think it would come this soon. These past 2 1/2 years have gone by so quickly.
I guess I might fear change a bit but, I know that is how life is and how we grow as people. I guess I have just gotten so comfortable that it is really hard to do. Especially, since I have not had a place where I felt I belonged so long before I came to school.
For the twelve years prior to me heading to school I bounced around a lot about 30 time in that time period. I have had many jobs, 2 hernia surgeries, married, divorced, and lost my grandfather. Though we had only met when I was 20 because, of my mom not thinking it was important for me to know them until that time. She never even told me about them till I was 20 and I had not asked about them just my Biological father. I remember one time when I was like 15 years old, when I got into it with my dad (the man who raised me) we almost came to blows. My mom showed me a letter that bio-father had written me. He told me he loved me and all that jazz in the letter. To tell you the truth I don’t remember much of what it said because I was stuck in my own little world, after the fight. I don’t know why my mom didn’t tell me about my grandparents then. This to me seems like it would have been the best time to do so. But, she waited.
It was always nice talking to my grandfather. We could talk about anything it felt like. We talked about our lives, politics, religion, ect… I always felt comfortable talking about these topics with him. Not like now where I sometimes feel my head and ears burning when I talk about them with other members of my family or friends for that matter. I never felt judged by him or my grandmother.
It is time now again to start feeling uncomfortable and push myself to do better. Not just for me but for the world as a whole. This is my philosophy of life “I want to make myself better in order to better help the world.” I know this sounds Idealistic but that how I see things. Do I think I am better than anyone else? Hell, No! Do I think we are all the same? Once again, Hell, No. We are only the same as it pertains to us being human. We are all a part of the same family in a sense . We all have different talents and skills, this is why we are not all the same and why none of us is better than another, at least in my perspective. There’s only one exception to me thinking I am not better than a person and that is if they see violence as the only solution. Even then I think some those people can change their thinking.
We all have the potential to be both good or bad or fall somewhere on the spectrum. We can all learn from one another if we are willing to put ourselves out there. We can find inspiration anywhere and everywhere in life. It is sometimes comes from the most unexpected places. Look at me I am an Atheist but, I was inspired to go back to school by a young Muslim woman named Malala. Her courage to stand up to the Taliban gave me hope for the future. The fact that she is still pushing for Girls to have the right to an education even after she was shot, amazes me. I just hope and wish I have the same amount of courage she has.