I can not even begin to make a sad attempt at explaining why I experience stress at the levels I do as an 18 year old. I don’t recall signing some sort of disclaimer when I popped out of the womb saying this life would include high levels of stress every once in a while. I never asked for this.
This unwelcome guest needs to find its way out just as quickly as it found its way in. No one ever invited this bothersome pest to come reside within my body. All this guy does is just eat away at my insides, clawing it’s way into my nerve endings. It causes migraines, nausea, anxiety, mood swings, and the occasional breakdown. None of those symptoms are enjoyable in the slightest, and I don’t want to continue feeling them as often as I do.
It blows my mind how the typical high schooler in the United States has the same stress levels as a psychiatric ward patient in the 1950s. That makes me sick. That fact alone screams help.
Maybe that’s what I need: help. But how do I ask for help? How do I vocalize my emotions without sounding vulnerable? How do I ask the right questions for guidance in these difficult times without sounding defeated?
I wonder if this is me trying to wave my white flag and just say “I give up.” What if I did give up? What if I just said “screw it” and let the monster inside of me eat me alive until there’s nothing left?
Nothing.
What an ominous word. Seven letters, two syllables, yet has so much power and so much meaning. When I think of the word nothing, I think of despair, failure, lost hope, and defeat. So I guess you could say the word nothing has a negative connotation according to how I think about the word and how it ties into my internal struggles.
Nothing.
I hate that word. It makes me feel worthless. It makes me feel like I let the monster inside of me win. I cave in and let it consume my entire being so much I get lost in the whole idea of my perception of the word “nothing”. It brings me to this dark place with no light in sight to help me find the way out. I’m trapped in its void with no easy exit.
The only way out is to persevere. Get rid of the word nothing, and replace it with something.
Something.
Now that’s a little more hopeful. I start to see the light and escape the void of nothingness. The monster inside of me begins to die off letting me gain access to my body and my brain again. The cobwebs get dusted away by this newfound sense of purpose.
I’m too sick and tired of letting stress get the best of me. It’s time for a change. It’s time to turn that nothing into something and find my purpose and my drive. I know I have purpose in this life. Why else would I be here? All it takes is some time to find it.



Truman Capote was a famous author most well known for his books

