He was asking me to do the impossible. To rely on faith and faith alone. “Your my daughter I’ll find a way” he smiled. This he waved his hand around gesturing to the room around us, “means nothing to me, your education is the world to us. ” I silently left the room and sat on my bed, at this point tears were inevitable, I have never felt so loved, yet so guilty at the same time. Here he was ready to sacrifice their whole world to make sure I had a fighting chance in perhaps a world I was never meant to belong in. If that wasn’t motivation to study I didn’t know what else was…..
A little piece of me to all of you.
Can I just blog… about non-music stuff. Just rant to a little piece of the internet?
It’s strange you know how life can come full circle, I can tell you exactly where I was a year to this day. Probably at this very same table praying to the academic gods to spare me. So much externally appears the same, but so much inside is different that if past me was to walk by the woman I am today i am not sure I’d recognize myself. (Despite the back I caved and got fringe cut bangs)
Truth be told, I feel I figured out the solutions to my academic problems a semester to late. After another term of hell, facing failure straight in the eye and learning that a number is not a justification of who i am as a person or arguably this semester a student. I think my type A personality finally realized to recover you have to embrace the free fall.
But to be able to study like I have the past few days feels so dam good, its been years when I could just pick up a book and not want to have a panic attack. Yet at the same time I am finding adjusting to live without a panic disorder to be so much harder than learning how to live with it in the first place…. which seems slightly abnormal. But at the same time now there are no excuses for why things fall apart it’s just you and the world and everything in between. Your allowed to suffer in secret, but recovery is a completely public affair.
I guess the sum of this rant is, I learned a lot this semester. A lot I had to learn, a lot which couldn’t be taught in a book. Recovery my therapist told me would be harder then the disease and she was 100% right. You can suffer anxiety in silent, but to recover you have to cross the boundaries from your world to everyone else. You life undergoes a paradigm shift, one that no one can understand. Heros are shown in their real light to be simply human, and you realize that we should not look externally for inspiration but instead inside ourselves. And there is that hidden guilt as you see others, people who no longer can be your friends as you no longer relate continue to suffer.
But to finally let yourself feel every moment of heartbreak and pain you suppressed for the last 5 years and let it go. It’s brillant.
So to all of the citizens of tumblr and the rest of the world: My name is Miranda and I
have had and anxiety disorder.
And stay turned for a crapload of music during the sessonal break,
I’m finally at peace, but it feels wrong,
Slow I’m getting up,
My hands and feet are weaker than before
-Of Monsters of Men Sometimes learning to live without a character flaw, is harder then it was learning how to live with it.
I watched them rush onto the train the young couple with two children clad in red, adoring bright poppies bringing the weight of the holiday upon my shoulders.
Today we remember. Lest we forget.
To all of the men and women who have fought, are fighting and will fight: for my rights, my daily breaths, my ability to speak and think freely as a woman….thank you. Two words, so simple yet all I can offer to those who would step infront of a bullet while I would so hastingly run the opposite way. Your courage, virture and dedication awes me, and please know I think of all of you with the uttermost admiration.