A Distant Memory

Rebecca
Rebecca
Sep 9, 2018 · 2 min read

A wise man I know once told me “Create your own adventures,” I didn’t know what this meant at first, in fact I had thought, I’m 15 years old, a sophomore in high school, I don’t have a permit, and Arizona is scorching. I didn’t understand the reality of it, but instead went on to lay in my bed for about 17 hours a day and wish that I was still out in the woods, on an adventure with the people I had so quickly learned to love.

I’d think to myself, I’m not in a homey cabin anymore surrounded by beautiful, perspicacious minds, instead I’m now in my room sulking and pondering about what felt like a distant dream to me. I completely ignored the fact that adding this as a reason towards my depression was completely my choice. It was all in my power, I couldn’t see it before, but surrounding me now is a gorgeous desert landscape, my family, 3 amazing, spirited animals, friends (not many), and my own beautiful mind that could essentially take me anywhere I want.

I can’t say I’m completely cured because that’s the shit that no one believes. Instead I’m learning to find the beauty in everything, find things to do to make my own story as great as it can be, to ultimately understand myself, and insightfully find out who I am. So get out of your room, and stop sulking. Create your own adventures.

-Becca

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