Today I went to the gulf with the full intention of having my own Edna Pontellier moment, minus the dying. Unfortunately, the Red Flag warning and Rip Tide warnings deterred me from doing so.
My whole high school career, and life to be honest, I have lived for other people. I have done what will make other people happy.
I got skinny to please my mom. I recovered to relieve my parents. I took on extra articles in Newspaper to help last year’s editor in chief.
This school year has been another constant bombardment of fulfilling other people’s requests, and that has built up. Putting Chloe down was the start of my breaking point, and now, getting covid was the nail in the coffin for me.
I’m exhausted. I feel like I have lost sight of who I am and what I want to accomplish, but that ends now.
I turned off monster insights on here to stop me obsessing over how many views each of my posts get, even though whenever my posts get hundreds of views I get a massive endorphin boost.
I cut my hair off as I always wanted to, not letting my fears of my face looking too round stop me.
I finally advocated for myself, voicing my concerns of the unequal sharing of work in some of my extracurriculars, even though I felt so uncomfortable doing so.
Being a senior, being filled with such uncertainty is hard. I’m a work in progress, I am working towards finding myself again.
-Kiera
