Ok, so I have been seeing so many posts on here and facebook and other sites about how everyones' lives suck, and how they think their lives are so much tougher than everyone elses'. I find many things wrong with that statement. First and foremost, EVERYONE has a tough life! It's your attitude that makes the situation worse or better.
Take me for instance. I will do something that sucks in my life and then go on to say a positive about the same situation. I find a silver-lining in ever situation.
My freshman year of college sucked because within the first month, my dad was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer, shortly after, my grandma had a heart attack, my mom had a major surgery (one that is supposed to stop the womanly thing from happening) but it didn't work, and my brother was going through a really hard time. Two months before finals week hit in spring, I would get chronic pain in my stomach EVERY SINGLE night.
~~ My whole family is a better, stronger family because of all this. I have grown so much closer to each and every one of them. The whole situation opened up my eyes to so many things. No one died, which I am most thankful for.
I have to transfer from my current college because we can no longer afford to send me here. This has been my home for the past two years. I have made so many friends and found my niche. I'm being torn away from everything and everyone I hold dear.
~~ I am lucky to even know them. Plus, I'm only going to be about 15 minutes away. We'll still keep in touch. Phones and the internet were created for such things.
I HATE my job. I have tried to get to know the other workers, but they are cranky. I get yelled at by customers for things that are out of my control, and I get hit on by creepy old people every once in a while.
~~ At least I have a job and am able to make money. Being yelled at is helping boost my patience level.... I think :) and getting hit makes me feel desirable by at least someone.
I have no boyfriend. I had to break up with my last boyfriend who was completely nice to me. We were on two emotional levels. He loved me, but I didn't love him. I didn't want him getting the wrong idea and getting strung along, so I ended it. Here was this good guy, and I couldn't love him. It makes me feel like I won't be able to love someone. I have had a few boyfriends, and I never loved any of them. Is there something wrong with me?
~~ I was lucky enough to get a boyfriend, and I did the right thing by telling the truth. I'll find the right guy, but I need patience and not rush things.
I have been playing basketball since I could walk. Literally. It is my life. IT is as important to me as breathing is for everyone else. You may think I am exaggerating, but I'm not. Over Christmas break, I had to have my THIRD knee surgery for a torn ACL. I am not supposed to play sports again.
~~ I am saving my parents money. I got to see the world from a coaches' point of view, a whole new side to the game. I was still a part of the team.
I had to watch as my parents discussed divorce and my brother battles depression. All of which he does by himself because he refuses to get help. I can't just go home at a drop of a hat, and he barely ever talks to me.
~~ I'm there whenever he needs me, and he knows that. When I do get to see him, I try to make the time fun and get his mind off of things. I'm just a good shoulder to lean on.
I feel unrecognized by some of my friends. I feel as though they like my roommate better than me.
~~ If I feel this strongly about it, I should go talk to them about it. Make myself more involved with them.
These are just small samples out of my life. They may not be as bad as any of your problems, but I feel like if you have the right attitude, then your 'awful' life cannot control you.
