Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Treatment's Not Always for Addicts


There are many issues that have been swept under the rug for the past few years, many issues that need to be addressed, many that I need to have completely control over before I leave for college. (And that day is creeping up on me soon!) I have all these great resources to get the help I need here, and I should be taking advantage of those, right? After my hospitalization for a suicide scare in late 2012, I was thrown right back into the hectic world of stress and commitments that made up my junior year of high school. I stopped treatment for an eating disorder out of financial concern; when in reality, I still needed help. Part of me believes I need more help now than I did back then. So, for months, I have been debating whether to finish my senior year strong, or to take some time off and really work on getting better. 


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When Selena Gomez, 21, recently released news that she spent time at Meadows, a rehab center in Arizona, I was quick to assume her story involved a hidden eating disorder, a dark depression, or an unmanageable addiction of some sort. When in reality, Selena just needed time to herself. Her brave acceptance of that, and even braver decision to seek help, is inspiring. In her own kind words, "It has become clear to me and those close to me that after many years of putting my work first, I need to spend some time on myself in order to be the best person I can be." Selena simply recognized she was struggling and needed to get away. And that's admiring. Especially when she returned from treatment and uploaded an Instagram photo with the caption, "I'm the happiest I've been in a while. So blessed and thankful for the future." Because it sparks hope. 


So here I am, beyond recognition that I, too, have issues to work on and tackle. Should I follow in the footsteps of Selena and make sure I'm okay before I take a huge step in my life and leave for college this summer? Or, do I continue putting school and work first, believing that one day it'll all just go away and I'll be able to live my life freely? Of course, there are both pros and cons to each option, and I'm just not sure which cons are worth enduring. But learning that Selena checked herself into treatment--for issues that others could easily overlook--has really pushed me to think hard about this and make a final decision soon. 

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

What I Wish Someone Had Told Me

Always carry a spare.
Read the tags on nice clothes before washing.
Eat a good breakfast every morning.
Milk goes bad left out.
You can’t change the way boys act.
Microwaving leftovers leads to soggy results.
Vaseline will make it better.
Less is always more.
It’s okay to say no.

You are the most important person in your world.
Your body’s not going to look like this forever,
Take care of it.
Never trust a boy with a condom in his wallet on the first date.
Bread needs time to rise.
We are not mind readers;
Tell us what you’re thinking.
Read the newspaper often.
Ask questions, a lot of questions.
It’s okay to say no.

Addictions are addictive—really.
Push your limits, but set boundaries.
Accept change as it comes,
And embrace change as it goes.
If it doesn’t taste good, just add salt.
You don’t have to live like this.
Bellybutton piercings are a bad idea.
Rain will make the flowers grow.
Let the dead be dead.
It’s okay to say no.

If you never ask, the answer will always be no.
Scholarships are always available.
People change.
Don’t be careless; just care less.
It’s okay to not be okay.
Remember to take care of yourself often.
Your body wants you alive even when you don’t want to be.
It’s okay to cry; breathe and count to ten.
Put your hand on your heart; you feel that? It’s beating.
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I took an English course last semester, where our teacher had us read the short story/poem "Girl" by Jamaica Kincaid. We were supposed to be inspired to write our own "Girl," or a list of all the things our mother, father, coach, aunt, etc. tells us. However, when I sat down to write about all the things my mother told me, I realized her words have done nothing but destroy me. Her words... they were corrupt and cold. And it hurt to think about them because it brought too many memories back. So, I took this assignment one step further and also wrote a "Girl" piece about all the things I needed someone to tell me. All the things I need to be telling myself.