Do you remember the day that you finally became who you were supposed to be? I do, but it took me awhile to get there.
2012 was a rough year for me. A breakup, the loss of my grandmother, and my first real bout with depression. I was still in college, but on summer break, so I stayed on campus to work for the summer. The town was empty, the house was empty, and I was empty. Drained of everything good in my life, and left completely devastated. I'll be honest, I wallowed in it for awhile, allowing myself to cry for days on end. I stopped eating, and only left the house to go to work. It was a pathetic way to live, but understandable given the context. I was 20 years old, and experiencing the type of pain that people write songs about. It sounds dramatic, but that's really how it was. I was broken.
But then one day, in a bizarre and unexpected turn of events, I found myself in the campus recreation center, running around the indoor track. I don't know how I ended up there, but I did. And I only made it about one lap before I had to stop to catch my breath. My heart was pounding and my skin was tingling. I liked it, so I kept doing it. I went to the gym almost every day. I started out slow, gradually increasing the distance in between stopping, until one day I realized I had completed an entire mile. It was something I hadn't accomplished since middle school, and it filled me with confidence. I felt good for the first time in awhile, and I wanted to keep feeling that way. So I signed up for a 5k and got to work preparing for it.Read More