Moms, What a Wonderful Thing

I'm so glad that I have someone as caring and amazing as my mom.

Moms are amazing.

They juggle everything and still look good (usually).

I don't know how she does it. She's in the military and still manages with two kids, a dog, and a husband who is also in the military. Although sometimes frazzled, she always tries her best.

Even if she yells at you about something serious or not, she always comes back to comfort you. I'm just glad my own mother is so understanding.

Seriously though. If I were her I would've killed me at least a dozen times, if not more.

I guess what I'm saying is, thank you Mama. I love you so very much and I always will, even if I don't always show it.

You're Beautiful

So I've been wondering what it would feel like if I wasn't me.

Have you ever thought about that?

Not having the same home, family, friends...

You could be someone else. Someone you think is better, with more money, more friends, more fun. Someone who could do whatever they wanted without a care in the world.

Or you could be someone from the slums. No money. No friends. No family. A struggle just to survive.

Imagine yourself in either situation. How would you fare? If you had a lot of money, what would you do with it? Would you spend it on alcohol, party, and wake up not remembering where you are? Or would you try to devote yourself to charity and helping the less fortunate? If you had no money, how would you survive? Would you find a job and do everything possible to fix your life? Or would you steal and wither away simply because you couldn't handle it?

I don't know... Just some food for thought.

Point being, no matter where you are in your life, just be glad you're you. No one else can accomplish that because you are special. The person you are is the only person in the entire world and time who will ever be exactly like that. You are unique and special. If anyone tells you otherwise, they're wrong.

Take a Second Look

Sometimes I wonder how people can be so blind.

You can walk into the school, a frown on your face and tears in your eyes, and no one will say a thing.

You could also walk in with a huge smile and your eyes lit up like fireflies, and still no one will say anything.

Even people as close to you as your parents may miss something. For example:

I get home. I drop my bookbag onto the floor with a loud thump. I get something to eat, and I go run upstairs into my room and shut the door.

This may seem ordinary, but it's so bad for you. Don't your parents ever wonder, "hey, where's my kid? They've been home for 4 hours and I haven't seen them."

I'm just saying, but this happens every day and it's not good for a strong family relationship.

But I digress...

As someone suffering from suicidal thoughts at times and severe anxiety, it amazes me how oblivious some people are.

I've never gone to a doctor or anything for my anxiety, but I know I have it. I get panic attacks and freak out every other day. I wouldn't lie about something like that because it's not a joke, and it's not fun to deal with at all.

It just amazes me how my parents don't seem to notice this at all though. I have cuts and bruises on my arms and legs because I'll get frustrated and take it out on myself.

I just don't understand how people can be so blind.