Life’s Demons
Everyone has quirks about themselves that they may not appreciate. For example, I’ve had an irrational fear of clocks since I was a young kid. You cannot choose your personality or the struggles we deal with in everyday life. Baggage causes a heavy weight upon our shoulders, and the trials people all have to face at points in life are hard. For me, my struggles came earlier than most. My sophomore year of high school I discovered I had a hard time up in the morning, go to sleep at night, or even step outside of the comfortable shell of my room. I stared into my mirror every night and wept. Emptiness and sorrow absorbed my thoughts and my heart. I found it unfathomable that there was any way I could be accepted by myself, my peers, or my family. Finally, my parents and I decided I needed to go to therapy and get the support I desired. I walked into the room of my therapist, Joy, and connected with her. She made me grin and laugh which I hadn't done for the longest time. Later that night, at the dinner table, my dad told a joke, and sorrow consumed my mother and tears streamed down her face. “Addie that is the first time I’ve seen that lovely smile of yours in so long. I couldn’t tell you how much I missed it", my mother said.
Being an immature self-consumed teenager just went back to eating and replied, “Mom, can you quit making a big deal out of nothing.” I didn’t understand that people surrounded me by love and compassion, there to help me. My best
Everyone has quirks about themselves that they may not appreciate. For example, I’ve had an irrational fear of clocks since I was a young kid. You cannot choose your personality or the struggles we deal with in everyday life. Baggage causes a heavy weight upon our shoulders, and the trials people all have to face at points in life are hard. For me, my struggles came earlier than most. My sophomore year of high school I discovered I had a hard time up in the morning, go to sleep at night, or even step outside of the comfortable shell of my room. I stared into my mirror every night and wept. Emptiness and sorrow absorbed my thoughts and my heart. I found it unfathomable that there was any way I could be accepted by myself, my peers, or my family. Finally, my parents and I decided I needed to go to therapy and get the support I desired. I walked into the room of my therapist, Joy, and connected with her. She made me grin and laugh which I hadn't done for the longest time. Later that night, at the dinner table, my dad told a joke, and sorrow consumed my mother and tears streamed down her face. “Addie that is the first time I’ve seen that lovely smile of yours in so long. I couldn’t tell you how much I missed it", my mother said.
Being an immature self-consumed teenager just went back to eating and replied, “Mom, can you quit making a big deal out of nothing.” I didn’t understand that people surrounded me by love and compassion, there to help me. My best