So, Elise and I were in our Institute Class (Religious Class) the other day. I'm a total slacker and forgot how our Teacher got onto this subject... but we were talking about how blessed we are to live in a time where we have so much. But, there's also a lot of not-so-good things in the world.
Take the internet:
You have BLOGS (which make the world an awesome place), Family History Sites, Libraries, Email to keep in contact with loved ones... so much information at our fingertips.
But, on the down side... there's online predators, pornography, hackers, identity theft...
Those, yeah... those aren't so warm and fuzzy.
Our Teacher made a comment about this, how we are so blessed to have the internet and it helps so much with Family History (which is super important to us in our Religion) and that Family History Sistes are the second most viewed sites on the interent. COOL RIGHT?!
But, what is not so cool, is that Pornography is number one.
Lame Sauce.
So, Elise leans over to me and says, "We should link Family History Sites to our blogs to bump up the numbers."
Which, got me thinking...
Bloggers, yeah... we kinda have an influence. Not a big one, but... a little one. So, what's the point of having an influence if you aren't going to do your little part in making the world a better place?
So, I decided to be awesome.
So, I am now going to be doing, TWO awesome new things in the bloggy world.
Starting next week, I will be doing, Warm-Fuzzy Friday. Where I will post about something I did, recieved, or saw that gave me a Warm Fuzzy in my little heart. (It will also be a linky party, to challenge you to find Warm Fuzzies.)
Tonight, I watched the 25th Anniversary Concert of Les Miserables with my Daddy.
P.S. Nick Jonas played Marius... it kinda threw me off... but it was cool...
Anyway... I love this song...
Let's just say I drove home crying, and haven't stopped all that much. Not just because I was in that show, and it became an emotional experience for the whole cast, but because I'm tired of life.
I'm sick of my life.
I know, I know... I could have it worse, but for me, it's tough.
I really don't know how much more I can take.
I mean, most 21year old have stresses like, what am I going to do after college, am I going to start a family, where am I going to live...
Nichelle's stresses are, is my paralyzed foot going to get worse? Will I have to have another surgery? Will I be able to physically get to school today, let alone finish college? When will I be able to walk normally again? When will I not feel completely alone again? Will anyone want to date someone with only one working leg? Forget marriage, let's just get someone who will stick around for a bit.
Is is normal for a 21 year old to have experienced all I have? To have the physically strength of a 50 year old? To already lose trust and faith in love. To be scared of life because of past experiences. To have suffered so much because of others mistakes. To be so afraid. To feel so defeated.
I know sometimes, I joke about my ex, and some, (my sister) will be mad at me for "not being over it"... but, he was my "love". The one I cared about more than myself. The one I gave everything too. I know that I shouldn't have. And I know he did horrible things while we were together, and that I shouldn't "miss" someone who, lied, stole and cheated on me, but in a sense I do. I don't hate, "Voldemort", to be honest, I love him. Loved. I don't know what it is now. I don't just stop. He'll always be what he was when I was blind by all the lies. As much I want to hate him, I know I can't. Possibly, maybe once there's someone I love more, he'll finally disappear completely. A much as I hate he was a part of my life, the fact is he was.
Now, keep in mind, I'm emotional. Keep in mind, I'll be better in the morning. But, these emotions are real. But, I don't need someone telling me I should be over it, or be concerned. I'm just venting. I'm just dealing with it the way I need to. I'm just getting it out, so I don't have to keep it in. I'm really okay. I have a lot to deal with, let me deal with it. Don't think I need to do it your way, let me do it mine. Let me be sad for my loses. It makes me realize what I do have. It's why I can get through this, it helps me see things as they are now, how I'm blessed. How I've gone through this, and even though I feel like I'm failing at life, I know that each day I can do better than the day before.
I'm an emotional girl. Things stick to me differently. I think my emotions are hard for others to understand.
Just, let me be me.
Let me be emotional when I need to be.
Right now, I need to be.
I thought my life would be so different.
I thought I'd be happier than I am now.
I thought I wouldn't have to deal with so much so soon. That my life wouldn't be this hard when I was thing young. I wasn't expecting a perfect life, but I was kinda expecting a life where I could walk normal. A life where people didn't judge me by a brace on my leg. A life where people treated me fairly and where they wouldn't make horrible mistakes that affected me and didn't do horrible things that would completely alter who I am and my life.
I thought I would make mistakes that would change me.
I didn't think others would have that right to make my life miserable.
I figured I'd stumble through my own problems, and use faith to get through it.
I didn't think I'd have to use my faith to lift myself up when I literally stumbled.
I knew that life would be hard, and things would change.
I didn't think that one dayI wouldn't be able to move my foot.
I didn't think I'd reach over the year mark of being injured and have no progress.
I'm young. I'm healthy. I was suppose to be better by now.
I was suppose to be worrying about what to wear for my date on Friday.
Not calling and talking to physical therapists on Friday.
I thought I would have to figure out which boys would stick around.
Not find out that no boy is going to stick around.
I thought I'd be crying over break-ups at 21, not because of all of this.
I figured I'd make stupid mistakes and have to pay the price for those, not that I would have to deal with paying for the price of so many others mistakes.
I'm tired.
I want my foot to be better.
I want to ride a bike.
I want to walk on grass.
I don't want to have a handicap pass.
I don't want to be crying right now.
I want to feel safe.
I want to be happy.
I want the stress of school, and work, and boys.
Not the stress of doctors, pain and fear.
So... Sorry... I never post... but ya know... I'm busy...
Here on some things that have been on my mind:
* I'm tired of people asking if I'm better, and they are disappointed when I say no...
What am I suppose to do, eh?
* I want to run. Like, really run.
* I'm a complainy pants.
* I can't believe it's been a year...
* I want...uh NEED to get out of my rut.
* I think people need to not be so rude to me.
* I get depressed. Deal with it.
* I like being by myself at times, sometimes I just need to cry.
* I'm sick of guys who stop liking me after they realise I'm "broken".
* I'm NOT broken.
* Any boy would be lucky to have me, too bad they can't see that.
* I'm glad my foot isn't getting worse.
* I'm grateful my trial isn't very hard... but sometimes I just want it to end.
* I hate when people say, "They're lame,"
* I've noticed how much society ignores the needs of others, and how daily language and phrases can be really insulting without any mean intentions. It's crazy.
* Don't expect me to be perfect.
* I'm insecure.
* I'm confident.
* I've learned a lot, and overcomed more than I thought I would.
* I've had to learn to not rely on people again, they think it's easy now, but this stage is harder than any other one I've gone through, through this whole thing.
* I rely on my Savior.
* When people think I'm not doing enough, I remind myself that I'm doing all I can, cry, and keep going.
* I like who I am.
* I've got a lot about myself right now I can't stand, but I'm dealing with it.
* I feel bad that my family has to deal with me.
* Sometimes, I want to punch people in the face who are jerks.
* Sometimes, I wish I had one, true, best friend.
* I'm glad I have a gazillion friends.
* I'm tired all the time.
* I'm on depression medicine, and that weirds me out.
Prayed for my family who have sacrificed so much to help me.
Prayed for those who have blessed my life.
I'm sorry for the times I've been:
afraid
scared
insecure
terrified
emotional
But thank you for the times you've helped me to:
laugh
giggle
smile
rejoice
I appreciate those who call me their handicapable friend, gimp and pegleg.
It helps to poke fun at my situation.
And you know me... I LOVE laughing...
I'm not going to lie, this year has been terrifyingly hard but, here's the list of my accomplishments:
Broke 3 bones in my back.
Broke 8 ribs.
Dislocated my hip.
Punctured and deflated my lung.
Heal from the above in 3 weeks.
Survive a surgery with complications.
(BTW I had 4 surgeries this year... well if you count that I'm getting my wisdom teeth out next week, that will make 5)
Only miss one Sunday of Church the entire year.
Decided I wasn't going to let a paralyzed foot stop me.
I went from my wheelchair to my walker to crutches to cane in 2 months.
Went from cane to nothing in a couple weeks.
Made my toes twitch.
Went back to school.
Got a job.
But, my biggest accomplishment is learning how to walk with a paralyzed foot.
Just kidding, now I can JOG on it!
(I look like a fool, but I can jog)
Oh no, wait...
my biggest accomplishment is being able to swallow a handful of pills with a sip of water.
Serious.
I'm so incredibly good at taking pills now.
(Before my accident, I had a hard time swallowing one, so this is a big step for me)
Granted, now I'm only to a nerve pain pill and aspirin if I really need it. But back when I took 10 a day... let's just say, I should have a good medal.
I've tried to stay positive and happy.
I've tried to work hard and not let my body tell me what I can't do.
This year has been rough, but I'm glad I went through it.
(Hahaha! This post is inspired by Little Miss Momma... if you don't blog stalk her... you should.)
THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME IF WE'RE GOING TO BE BFF'S!
I hate the sound of styrofoam. Eww. Gross.
Gives me the shivers.
I hate being the center of attention, but I'm not afraid to be.
I have a giagantor crush on these men:
Michael Buble
Jim Halpert
Jimmy Fallon
Gene Kelley
Patrick Dempsey
and "Manly" from Little House on the Prairie
I have different laughs.
One when I'm scared.
One when I'm happy.
One when I feel bad no one else is laughing at your joke.
I giggle when I'm uncomfortable.
I giggle when I'm hyper.
A 'medium' laugh when something is funny.
But then, when something REALLY tickles my funny bone...
My laugh is ridiculously loud.
I love animals, except cats, 'cause they (mostly) are icky & mean.
I love Billy Joel.
I'm destined to marry a massage therapist because my back is always in knots.
Pride and Prejudice.
I own 3 different DVD versions.
I own a hard copy and soft copy of the book.
I've read it at least 2 dozen times.
Most people think I'm out going, but I'm really shy.
I just force myself to be outgoing.
My pet peeve is when someone is picky about who they are nice to. If you want to be a nice person, be nice to everyone.
I love everyone. I love people.
Well, except for this one person, and his nickname is Voldemort.
I think people are mean to the color orange.
Oh, speaking of orange... If you ever say my hair is orange, in my mind I just punched you in the face.
My hair is RED.
I've started a food fight and a water fight at my
Church.
I don't get in trouble because people assume I'm innocent. (Ha)
My family knows better.
I refuse to watch scary movies.
When people get mad at me for listening to Christmas music early, I simply state I can't help it because I have Red Hair and Green Eyes and it's what I'm programmed to do.
I LOVE, CHERISH ADORE my freckles.
I'm a sucker for a guy with a guitar around a campfire.
Sometimes, I cry when I watch a really cute commercial...
I've gotten a lot of torment for being a RED HEAD,
but it makes me who I am.
I LOVE new school supplies.
It's the only school supply shopping I get excited for.
I'm a worry-wart.
I didn't watch Nightmare Before Christmas until I was 20...
by choice.
I like bugs, and will stop you from killing one.
I'm obsessed with:
Disney Princesses
Picture Frames.
Reeses.
I think the most romantic place is in a giant field of tulips.
Apparently, I like talking about myself, because this list is getting kinda long...
So, I started blogging after my accident, to start to tell my story and journey about my recovery. And, I just wanted to say thanks to those who actually care enough to come and read my ramblings. Blogging has really been a good place for me to vent and open up. Which is kinda scary for me, because sometimes I don't really know who I'm opening up to... But, I think it's good for me. I've been hurt in the past, and it's healthy for me to find ways to become more of an open person again.
That's all. Short and sweet, but I truly mean it. I'm so very blessed to be such a cared about girl.
