The taste of sadness
My name is Josh I'm 18 years old and I am here to tell you about my downhill spiral of how i lost everyone and everything by the age of...
The saddest thing in life is a wasted talent
Throughout the past 3-5 years I have let people's opinions of me define who I was. I let myself think that if someone thought something of me, it must be true. Whether it be ugly, not a good friend, selfish etc. Then one day it hit me " the way other people think of me, does not define who I am, I define who I am, no one else." Once you finally make this realization, you no longer care for the opinions of others. You no longer let people walk all over you with their opinions on who they think you are.
Throughout the past 3-5 years I thought I had tons of time. Everybody has heard the expression "life is short" but that isn't true. Life is the longest thing there is. What we do with out lives is a completely different story. Some people think that, they are born to go to school, once they are done school they have to get a job, and then do the same exact thing for the rest of their lives. I object to that statement. I think that there is way more to life then to pay bills and die. I think that we are all here to make an impact, big or small. And I most certainly plan to do so. I know that I will have an impact on this world, certainly not the biggest but I have made my accomplishment with changing a life. You see when I checked myself into rehab at the age of seventeen, I didn't expect to have as big of an impact as it turned out I have. When you are done your time, you have a "bye-bye" which is a big celebration that you have completed a program. I lived with sixteen girls throughout the six and a half months that I had lived there.
There was one girl in particular that I connected really well with. You see this girl, had an extremely hard past, harder than most people could bare. Yet she stuck through it. Her an I became closer than ever, I had finally found my best-friend. At my "bye-bye" she balled her eyes out like crazy and proceeded to hand me my "happy box". In the box it contained letters from everyone of the girls that I had done a program with so that if ever I'm struggling, they are never that far away. When I got home that night, I opened my box and read my letter from her, it was the most heart breaking thing I have ever read. " You saved my life Savanah, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you". At that moment I knew I was going to continue into a domain to inspire others.
Throughout the last 3-5 years I failed to realize my own self-worth. I failed to realize that it was okay to be alone, it was okay to depend on myself and that I am beautiful. I used to numb myself out all the time, always take things personally, never really stood up for myself etc. In other words, I didn't care about myself at all. As a writer, the creativity and production of different combinations of 26 letters of the alphabet, it surely doesn't come from happiness. Also as a writer, you can use it to make you grow, or let it rip you to shreds, I chose to let it help me grow. I have come to the realization that if people walk out of my life, I'll let you. I know my self-worth, I know who I am as a person and I will not let anybody walk all over me and tell me that I'm not good enough. Their statements are false, I'm an amazing person and no one will tell me otherwise.
Throughout the past 3-5 years I failed to realize that I can't only depend on other people. At the end of the day, the only person that is going to be there for you, is you. You are the only one there at 3 am when your thoughts are eating away at you. You are the only person who is going to be there when you're having a panic attack, an anxiety attack, or even a mental brealdown. Other people can be there to talk, but talking with someone can only help so much, if it helps at all. Everyone else in life can leave at any moment on any given day. You can't depend on others to be there for you just because you are there for them. I used to have a dependancy problem, I'd depend on other people all the time, I'd always need someone, and I couldn't stand being alone.It took me a long time to realize that I can't let anyone be in charge of my happiness, or depend on them to be there when I need them.
Throughout the last 3-5 years I continuosly tried to save people who didn't want to be saved. I was always there for everyone, even if they weren't there for me. I enjoyed the idea that if I "save people" I must matter to them. Truth is, you can't save anyone they can only save themselves. For years people tried to help me with self-harm, drugs, and being happy. As much as people talked to me, and the numerous amount of coping mechanisms I was provided with, it didn't help. I didn't want help at the time, no matter how much people cared, I didn't. Once I got out of rehab, I still struggled with continuosly trying to save people, but now I', only concerned about continuing to save myself.
Throughout the past 3-5 years I wasted an enormous amount of time bring drunk and high all the time. I realized that I was much happier when I was sober. Even though I lost so many "friends" I much rather my life the way it is now. Our society glorifies being high and drunk all the time, and if being sober makes me an outcast, I certainly don't mind. I don't need to get drunk and high every weekend to have a good time with my friends. I rather remember my youth and remember what I did last night and not be hung-over the next day.
Throughout the last 3-5 years I wasted time not appreciating the little things in life. Like good morning texts, good night texts, having little meaningless conversations that end up being more meaningful than you ever thought. It's the "did you get home safe?" and "are you okay" texts that mean the most. Many people fail to realize that happiness isn't having everything you have ever wanted, but appreciating what you have already. Nobody realized that the little things are what you are going to remember 10 years down the road, not going out for fancy ddinners and spending a bunch of money on stuff you don't need. A lot of people think that they need to have an extraordinary life to be remembered but they are wrong. I realized that life is so much more than the big things, but it's more about the little things.
Throughout the last 3-5 years I wasted time on not living life to the fullest. By that I mean doing what I love which happens to be writing. Writing has helped me out of so many risky situations and helps keep me on my feet. When I'm not writing, I'm not myself. I believe that living life to the fullest has much more to do with what you love compared to doing what others want you to do, or doing it because of the money. Now I spend a lot of time in my room working on my writing, but I'm creating many different things and my writing can take me anywhere. There isn't a limit to what I can and can't do. I know that if I'm determined to do something I will most certainly do it and get it done.
Throughout the last 3-5 years I wasted a long period of time, hoping to die. I didn't want to go on living life, I didnt think there was a meaning, and I didn't think I had a purpose. Once I realized that it does get better, my whole life turned around. I wasted so much time just walking through life but not actually living. When I came to the conclusion that I can use my story and everything that I've been through, to help and inspire others. That's what i've been doing ever since. I went to share my life story at a school and ended up getting two girls to come to rehab. I inspired them to change their life around. I use my writing to inspire others, anything I do it's motivational or even inspirational. I like doing what I'm doing, and I will continue living my life doing exactly that.
In the past 3-5 years as you can see I've wasted a lot of valuable time on polintless things that didn't help me in the end. Writing is my talent and I most certainly won't waste it because as we say... the saddest thing in life is a wasted talent.
By:Savanah Ely- Nolet
Jeanne D’arc
Dear journal,
Everyone is talking about Duke’s party this weekend coming up. Why aren’t they inviting me? I would like to go why can’t they just see that? I shouldn’t have to tell them that I want to go, I’ll seem desperate if I do that. I guess I just won’t go. Another day, another party that I haven’t been invited to. I just want to be accepted.
Jeanne D’arc
Dear journal,
Now that the weekend has passed all everyone is talking about how amazing Duke’s party was. Apparently, Josh jumped off of the roof into the pool and everyone started cheering. I wish I had somebody cheering me on for all the good grades that I get. I don’t do drugs and I don’t party so why would I ever even be considered cool and have the chance to be invited to a party. I just want to be accepted
Jeanne D’arc
Dear journal,
Two weeks have passed and still nobody has noticed me. How will I get them to notice me? I have an amazing idea, all it requires is for me to be somebody I’m not. That isn’t that bad, it will just be so they can notice me. I just want to be accepted.
Jeanne D’arc
Dear journal,
So today I decided to buy some weed off of Josh at school during recess behind the dumpsters. I think he was just as surprised as I was, I mean I never expected to do drugs. When I got home, I took the baggie out of my backpack and just stared at it for about an hour. Now that I bought the drugs I have to find some way to have everybody find out…
I know! I’ll post a picture on Instagram, everybody will find out then! I just want to be accepted.
Jeanne D’arc
Dear journal,
Today at school, almost everyone talked to me! All it took was to smoke some weed, who knew it was so simple. To be honest the buzz wasn’t that bad, I think I would do it again. Well actually I already did, Duke invited me to go hit bong at lunch behind the dumpsters. I’m in now, everyone talks to me. The best part… I got invited to Duke’s party this weekend! I’m so excited I can’t wait to party! But it’s okay because I’m finally accepted.
Jeanne D’arc
Dear journal,
The party at Duke’s house was amazing; there was so much drugs and alcohol. I tried speed for the first time, I still haven’t slept yet. Josh said that he likes me, we hung out all night and of course we fooled around. We went upstairs and started making out and then everything escalated. Next thing I knew, I wasn’t a virgin anymore. God if dad were to find out he would kill me, especially about the sex, never mind the drugs. But it’s okay because I’m finally accepted.
Jeanne D’arc
Dear journal,
I haven’t written anything in 2 months. There isn’t much to say honestly. I’ve been partying constantly, every weekend someone throws a party. Honestly I don’t know what I’d do if there was a weekend without partying. I need my fix. I’m not doing cocaine or anything but man speed has become my best friend. Things with Josh are going good; as long as I party he sticks around. I love him, I really do I don’t care that I’m 17. He cares about me and I care about him. We use protection when we have sex so nothing bad can happen. But it’s okay because I’m finally accepted.
Jeanne D’arc
Dear journal,
I’m in so much pain; the doctors won’t even give me any pain medication. I’ve been in the hospital for weeks. It turns out that Josh doesn’t love me for who I was. He liked the partying version, I told him I wanted to slow down with the drugs and he flipped out. I ended up getting really high and was in a bad place. Josh had left me and I didn’t want to be without him, so I jumped. I wanted to die, so I jumped off of the roof of my apartment building. My parents found me, they’re still crying. Turns out I was pregnant with Josh’s baby; the impact from the jump killed my baby. It almost killed me, none of my friends even showed up to see if I was okay. I have 2 broken legs and a concussion; the doctors say that I’m lucky to have survived. I didn’t want to survive, the drugs are out of my system, and I have no friends. I have no one; I am completely alone once again. I hope I don’t make it out of here, please don’t let me survive. I just wanted to be accepted.
Jeanne D’arc
Dear journal,
They let me out of the hospital 2 weeks later. I have an appointment with suicide prevention today at 4pm. I’m not going to make it until 4pm. I’m not going to make it past lunch time. I plan on dying today. Take this as my letter goodbye. I love you sissy, please don’t let mom think this was her fault. It’s none of the family’s fault; I’m just in too much pain. I love you guys so much and I will miss you terribly. Please understand that it’s my time to go. I just wanted to be accepted.
Jeanne D’arc
Savanah Ely- Nolet
My experience as an intern
My name is Ginet Smith, I am 22 years old and I am currently working as an intern at St. Jerome hospital located in Germany. I can tell you that it isn’t an easy job some days. There are over a thousand patients located in the hospital and most of them leave rather quickly. Other patients tend to stay for months if they haven’t been discharged within a few days. During my shifts, when I am not extremely busy I enjoy walking around the hospital and checking in with the patients who have been there for months on end.
When I am busy during my shift, I work with terminally ill patients consistently. At 22 years old it isn’t an easy job to see all the pain that patients go through. I don’t believe it is easy for anyone to admit that they are in pain. Especially when they have been in pain for a long period of time. It is even worse when a patient’s family member visits.
I remember a time when my mother Starleen was placed in the hospital; it was the worst time of my life. I was 17 years old and in rehab, while I got a phone call about my mother being picked up in the ambulance, with her losing consciousness on and off multiple times. Hearing this on any day at the age of 17 would be heart breaking. Now imagine you’re fighting a drug addiction, living in a place that isn’t your home and not being able to go visit your mother who is at the hospital. I used to detest hospitals and seeing people who are sick and dying, until they helped my mother. During the weekend I was aloud out of the rehab center to go visit my mother for a couple hours.
When I got there, she was having hallucinations which were a side effect of the medication she was on. Before I decided to go visit my mother and see her in pain and sick, her boyfriend at the time had been updating me during the week over the phone. My mother was in a coma for several days and was on breathing tubes. My mother lost her memories for the whole time she was in the hospital so she doesn’t re-call when I went to go visit her. She was transferred to a rehabilitation center to learn how to walk again. The bipolar medication she was on, ended up going into her blood stream which the body reacted as if it was a huge drug over dose and is now paralyzed from her waist down.
My mother is in extreme pain when she walks but she is doing a lot better than where she was. Now let me tell you about a patient I have named Jennifer White. I didn’t rampage about my mother being sick for nothing, Jennifer has a similar story. Jennifer is hooked up to a life support machine and has been at St. Jerome’s hospital for as long as I have. Every time I am on shift I make sure that I go and visit Ms.White and ask her how she is doing. Most days her pain is at 9 out of ten, she doesn’t want to make her family sad by showing them how much pain she is actually in.
The hardest decision I had to make was when Jennifer had confided in me, to assist her by disconnecting her life support. My mind was racing with thousands of thoughts on what the right choice would be. Do I help her because I see what kind of pain she is going through every day, or do I not and continue to let her suffer? Then my mind wandered back to my mother and how she is doing a lot better. The doctors told my mother that she would never walk again and that she had very little chance of survival but look where she is now, she survived it.
The next day at work, I arrived early so that I could talk to Ms.White about the decision I had made. When I walked into her room, she looked happy that I was there. I sat down on the side of her bed and gently placed my hand in hers and began to explain my decision. I began telling her about the story of my mother and what happened to her and how she made it through. My view was always that if a person wants to die, they have every right to. Not that I wanted the person to die or that I could care less, but because at the end of the day it is your choice. You are born and then you die, it will happen either way.
When I finished telling Ms. White the story I then proceeded to tell her that she does not need to be scared to show her pain, everybody suffers from one time or another in their life time. That she has lived a good life and made connections with many people and that when her time is up, she will be missed greatly. The speech went on for another twenty minutes, which she didn’t say anything back to me. She did not smile nor did she cry, she simply stopped fighting.
Ms. White passed away on February 4th, 2015 at 12:05 pm, she was a fighter and is missed terribly. I gently kissed her on the cheek and whispered heaven has received a new angel, enjoy your home darling. The other interns came rushing into the room when Ms. White’s line went flat. They tried to revive Ms. White, but she had already entered her new home. I had to call her family members one by one and tell them that she had passed away. As I sat there in Ms. Whites room, I said good-bye and then helped the other interns with the procedure when someone dies.
I didn’t need to help her die, all I had to do was tell her that it was okay to let go.
R.I.P Ms. White
February 4th, 2015
12:05 pm
Why wouldn't teemagers deal with anxiety?
Teenagers do have responsibilities; our main responsibility is dealing with society's bullshit. It's dealing with the pressure to fit in. It's dealing with the pressure of looking a certain way. It's dealing with the pressure of being labeled. It's dealing with the pressure of what is displayed on the scale when you step on it. It's dealing with the pressure of how good yor grades are in school.
If you weigh over a certain amount, you're considered fat, but if you're under that weight you are considered 'hot'. If you talk about your problems, you're just seeking for attention but the second something drastic happens it's "why didn't you tell us? We love and care about you, we want what's best for you".
In our society it is more accepted to do drugs, to get shit faced and not remember what happened, rather than staying in with your friends and having a great movie night. All you hear is "man that was a great party, man I was so wasted, and did you see the size of that joint!". Partying is what our teenage years is based on. It's based on not remembering what happened the night before; it's based on who could get more wasted etc.
To be accepted in highschool, you have to party all the time, do drugs, and not give a shit about anything. There must be something wrong if you cancel a party this weekend, or want to stay home rather than go out. This 'being accepted' thing, is bullshit.
If you don't do drugs, or drink every weekend or even every once in awhilw, let me ask you a question... When was the last time that you got invited to hang out? to go to a party? To go to Tim Hortons at lunch? Or even exchange numbers? A while right? or never?
Well let me tell you, the second that you don't want to party, there is a change in who your friends are. You aren't labeled as 'accepted' anymore, because you rather remember your teen years, you rather have meaningful memories and not be hungover the day after. If that is what needs to be done in order to be 'accepted', who would even want that? Society's bullshit is ridiculous, there is so much pressure to fit in, look a certain way, to do certain things.
But 10 years down the road, you won't remember that great part that lasted until 6 am, or that time you had the munchies so bad and ate a bunch of food. You won't remember that time you won at beer pong, or the time you vomited all over the palce. What you will remember is the nights with your friends, where you didn't need to get hammered to hang out. The nights where you just stayed in the house and had a netflix marathon. The nights where you laughed all night long and didn't need to be pressured to be intoxicated.
Since when did you have to be intoxicated to hang out with your friends? Since when did it start happening that if you don't go to a party, you're left out more often? Since when is it a bad thing to actually give a shit about your education and want to graduate? Since when is it more important to party rather then get together with a bunvh of friends and just hang out in the basement.
With the way society is, you will never win. Nothing you do will ever make everyone happy, it will always aggravate someone, and it will make someone proud. In my opinion, do whatever the fuck makes you happy, who cares what anyone's opinion is. My opinion on not partying every weekend and what is the criterion of being 'accepted' is, is probably completely different compared to the person sitting next to me. Some people might enjoy getting shit face wasted every single weekend and then talk about it for the entire week.
My opinion compared to many other people will deffinitely vary, some people may agree, others may not. I much rather remember what happened the night before, and have something actually interesting to talk about. All you hear is everyone talking about a party they went to over the weekend, how high they got,and who's throwing the party this weekend coming up. The conversation never seems to change; it will always be the same because they do the same damn thing every single damn weekend. But hey, my opinion people may laugh at, they may not agree with me... but hey that is jsut the way I am.