I wrote a story that I can relate to personally. So many of us try to make our pain or illness more palatable to others (and ourselves) by resorting to humor. It’s a joke now that millennials suffer from near constant existential crises. Low wages, high costs of living, the crippling weight of student loan debt that so many of us were promised we’d easily pay off. These things are true in many countries around the world, but not all. But for those that do suffer under the weight of the odds stacked against us, I hope this story is cathartic in how you can relate to it. I hope you know you’re not alone.
“I’m both my biggest fan and my biggest enemy,” she said laughing. Her friends all laughed too, agreeing vehemently, comrades in their self-loathing.
Later that night, she sat alone in her bedroom, dirty dishes piled high on her desk, bed linens unwashed these past four months.
“I’m not going to apologize for being me,” she posted on social media as she painted her nails red.
Her worth was exponentially higher than she would ever acknowledge, although her heart yearned to believe it.
Serotonin and dopamine, too low most of the time, spiking only when she gave voice to her pain.
©2019 Heather Stephens