A snippet and reflection into my past:
Because I came to a different place, because I was in a different place geographically, I changed everything. I stopped trying to improve myself. I stopped trying to find better ways.
I encountered so much pain, so many things I couldn't change. I didn't know what to do, how to react.
Somehow I've rising from the abyss of my demons. A past that haunts me. A history of passivity, regret and skewed vision/thoughts. A feeling of being totally trapped, of the depths of depression, of how some people might ask "How can they let it get this bad?"
I feel it's taken so, so, SO long for this growth. It can be argued that this is what happens in college, you learn life skills and life lessons. I had the idea that we came out the way were were coming out of high school. Older people said anything can happen when you hit college, the dumb kids get smart, the smart kids get dumb. I was a smart kid, I didn't want to get dumb.
I can't remember the exact day. But it was finals week and I just woke up one day and wasn't depressed anymore.
I'm finding me. More to report, but it's late and such.
Good night,
~SPC
