Everyday I ride my bike up a gradual hill to get to school. Everyday I am reminded that even if I’m sleepy or sore I can make it up that hill. I need to. I am extremely lucky to be in this position. There are people who I want to see; people who I get to see. But everyday I start off by climbing up this hill. In recent years I’ve learned that I’m up to the challenge of what it means to be me. What it means to live as me. It is usually an uphill battle. I’m fighting a silent war and some days it’s easy where as others it’s not. My struggle with depression has always been very touch and go, not talked about, and it has left for seasons and has come back unexpectedly. I do know though, that I can always get a lift from those that I live with, from those that I go to school with. That is enough. Jamie Tworkowski reminds us that we need others. I’ve tried to run from that fact for so long. Still I know I climb the hill everyday by myself. I have proven time and time again that I am up to the challenge. I am worth the fight. And so I kept living because I am brave and I am up to that climb up the hill everyday.
