A year ago if you had asked me what I carried my answer would have been, “I carry my shame, my depression, and my anxiety, I carry my fear of others opinions, and I carry my scars which I am ashamed of, and the constant reminder I am but a failure” and at that time this is what I genuinely believed. These being unseen, unknown burdens I carried with me everywhere I went. I had severe depression since the 6th grade and never thought I would be strong enough to one day overcome it. Asked today what I carry, I would assure I carry my pride, my grades and my progress, high and mighty. I would say I carry my happiness and my healthiness as if it were a trophy. I would tell you I carry my life as if it were an egg on a silver spoon held in my mouth always. I would then tell you the most important thing I carry, my scars. All through unconventional and quite questionable, I would assure you this for a good reason. My scars may be a constant reminder of what I went through, and the severity of the pain I was in physically and emotionally experiencing at the time, but also a constant reminder of the life I have and the progress I have made. If you had told me last year I would be here today I would have doubted you. My scars, the ones I carry with pride, show me I can overcome anything no matter what the …show more content…
Every day I carry their pride and their memories along with their stories, to share with others in times of need, to help people going through tough times like I once did and to try and bring people out of the pain I was once in. I carry them with me. With doing so I feel as though God has carried me where he believes I belong, so I can help others to understand the light at the end of a very long