#SEBestLife

Ever really sit and reflect on a conversation and emerge with such clarity it scared you? I have. I sent a long grueling email to a close professor of mine and in it I outlined how confused and sad I've been lately. What I realized is I've been this way for awhile. Enjoying the highs and feeling devastated during the lows.  It seems even the brightest smiles have the darkest clouds behind them. I literally sat in silence for 4 hours during class. If you've shared more than five minutes with me, you know what a controversial thing this is. I couldn't speak because even with the inconvenience of class I needed to be still. I needed to sit alone with my thoughts and figure out what they all meant to me. I sat there while everyone talked for FOUR hours and all I could think was what's wrong with me? Why am I really upset? What is this familiar but so unfamiliar feeling? Over the last year I've constantly heard how I've been granted a second chance at li...

Your mind probably went to the pop culture reference of defining the relationship-- "DTR", "what are we", "we need to talk"--etc but nope, not that conversation. As riveting as I am sure those conversations can be, I'm talking the conversation that entails telling someone something of great magnitude. I don't know say like, "hey well I have a serious medical condition and I'll probably die TWENTY years too soon". How and when is that appropriate? Do you make light of the situation? Do you try and express how you feel about said condition? I promise you, although all those things go through your head, it almost always gets weird and awkwardly emotional. Every time I tell someone about having a chronic illness I'm tasked with simultaneously doing THREE things: FIRST....Console them about me being sick.  This perplexes me every time. As much as I empathize with the fact that you have to deal with what I'm going through I re...