With the majority of the population still turning a blind eye on mental health issues and with the stigma around it, admitting that you are mentally impaired is synonymous to claiming that you are crazy, psychotic, pathetic, crybaby, or whatever names they call mental health sufferers.
I don’t have a large following, so I was #shookt when Niall, an English professor from Ireland, followed me. In turn, I’m giving these people, whom I’ve been following for months and whose blogs inspire me to write, a chance to speak.
Autocorrecting a grammar mistake when I see one has been imprinted in my personality, so having a nine-to-five job that involves editing and proofreading is a no-brainer for me. It’s like doing what I do best but being paid to do it.
I was so vocal about my dislike for people who commit grammar errors to the point that some of my friends, especially the English majors, removed me from their social media for fear of being publicly shamed for a stupid grammatical mistake.
Juggling three hobbies at a time may be tough, but I realize there’s no harm in doing it. After all, these activities keep me engaged.
One day, she told me that I should not let those trivial things get the best of me. After all, intelligent people are land and idiots are water. No matter how we baby our idealist selves by dreaming about a goody goody world, intelligent people can never outnumber idiots.
If you just learn to love me for who I am, you’ll see that I am more than just an anxious girlfriend. I am more than my anxiety.
I always came into the battlefield defenseless, but I was never hopeless. Hope is the only anchor that keeps me alive.