"I hate my life! I hate my life! I want to get out! I want all of this to end!" I screamed angrily into my pillow. It was not a loud scream, but a soft one with all the ferociousness and intensity from my body of a loud one... I do not have the privilege of letting out my frustrations for the neighbor and their dog to hear.
Gone are the days when we could simply just step back and take a breather. No longer is it just a matter of taking a quick 5 second timeout to destress your brain. Things have changed. More and more things make us stress and where there are more things, there are more ways.
We all know the big 2 0 is an accomplishment in itself. Or so it seems… 20 is when you are supposed to have all of your 'ish' together. You are supposed to know and already be doing something with your life; whether it be finishing up college, getting into a serious relationship, or starting an exciting new career. I want to say to all of the 20-somethings and the just now adults:
As children, most of us grow up with a love for animals and at some point grows a desire to own a pet. “Mommy, can we please have a puppy?” “Dad, can we have a horse?” Put on your best puppy dog eyes, poke out your lower lip, and talk in your best innocent baby voice and you were well on your way to getting what you wanted. Most parents would say: “Yes of course, so long as you take care of it.” Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t as simple as just asking my parents for a pet. I had to abide by their rules, likes, and dislikes.