I’m (not-so) secretly a five-year-old:
So much love.
True to my nerd roots, I’ve started reading I’ll Scream Later, Marlee Matlin’s memoir. As a student of the Deaf community and a fan of this seemingly unstoppable woman, this was a book I knew I’d enjoy and was looking forward to reading.
What I didn’t expect was to be so motivated.
It has helped me to remember a time when I was an outgoing, energetic, head-in-the-sky-heart-on-the-moon little girl, and how badly I want that girl back. This story (and at the time of this post, I’m only in chapter eight) has helped me reload my ammo in this battle I’m fighting with depression. I want to be better, not just because I’m sick of feeling this way, but because I’m starting to remember what “better” is, what success feels like.
I’ve got a long way to go, I know that, but I’m starting to see a light at the end of the tunnel. I’m moving at no steady pace, so some days it’s brighter than others, but it’s there.
