It is so hard to believe it has now been a year since I started working at this newspaper. I can remember it like it was yesterday, I took a chance and ended up being adopted by this wonderful family. A lot of things can happen in a year, and I am certainly no exception to that statement.
I want to take this opportunity to reflect on some of the things that happened in this past year. I reached many academic, political and personal triumphs in the past months. I saw the fruits of my labour at school bloom, as I graduated from Durham College and went on to my next phase at UOIT. I had the privilege of being a part of MPP Lindsey Park’s campaign team, during the provincial election, and shared in her well-deserved victory. I was also a part of Mayor Bobbie Drew’s campaign for the recent municipal election and got to share her victory as well.
Working on campaigns has definitely taught me just what hard work and perseverance can accomplish, and so far, I like what I see. Most recently, I have gotten one step closer to getting my degree, as I just completed my third year. I was also elected chair of the Scugog Accessibility Advisory Committee, in March, and words cannot express how excited I am to make a positive difference in this community.
Those are some of the biggest highlights from this past year, and I am so excited to see what this next year has in store!
For my first entry, I want to write about a very important cause to me –mental health.
Why this topic? Well; mental illness was something I struggled with.
When I was 12, I lost my mother to cancer. That is when everything started for me. I started suffering from depression. At first, my days were always full of sadness, some days I never even laughed or cracked a smile, instead, my eyes were always brimming with tears.
I was just angry at the entire world. Back then, I could have sworn that the sun would never shine again and I would spend the rest of my days in darkness. My 12-year-old self never saw herself getting through that and succeeding so much – but she is sure glad she did.
Slowly I have been realizing that mental health deserves the same kind of care and attention as physical health. With this realization, I have been able to seek help and take a lot of weight off of my shoulders. I have been able to talk to my family and my friends, something that I used to be afraid to do for fear of judgement – but I am not afraid anymore.
Now almost 8 years after losing my mom I am able to say that I still have some bad days, but I do have a lot more good ones. I can see that life is worth living to the fullest and each day has something new and exciting in store.