I use to loath writing in all of its forms. Essays for class, messages inside of greeting cards, & even the very tweets about my trivial life in 160 characters or less.
I never saw the point, if I’m being completely honest. I never thought I needed to put to paper what I had in my head. But here’s the thing… eventually my headspace got overwhelmingly crowded & I realized that jotting things down was a great way to alleviate some of the stress.
When I was diagnosed with anxiety I wasn’t sure how to cope. It felt like the constant chaos inside of my noggin was there to stay. Worrying about what I needed to get done, remembering to buy milk, making sure I knew the formula for the math test…suppressing all of my feelings about all the craziness of life in general.
I turned to reading to help cope with my anxiety. I found comfort in the words of others, especially when they were able to articulate how I was feeling. This came up in passing with my therapist, and she asked the million dollar question: “Why don’t you try to write?”
Being a student is so much easier said than done, let me tell you.
Here’s to celebrating a man who has contributed so much to evolutionary theory, literature, & many other aspects of our lives!
Just last week I was messaging my sister that I was thinking about applying for the study abroad program & now I am going to London. I am going to live in London. It still has not fully sunk in that in the Fall of this year I will be on a plane flying to the one city I have lusted over for so many years.