Next year I'll be a senior in high school. My junior year has been memorable for many reasons. There have been some high highs and some really low lows, but mostly, it has been a period of discovery and change.
I can't share all of the things that happened, but I can say that many of them have shaped my perspective. I look at the world with different eyes. I feel like I've been sleeping my whole life have just now woken up.
I've always lived in a protected bubble (I still do). I'm homeschooled, I live in a small town, my parents are Chrisitans (so am I), and there are many things that I haven't experienced because of that. That doesn't make my life good or bad. It all depends on how you look at it. In my opinion, I'm very fortunate to have such good parents who love me so much and only want the best for me.
However, I have had to deal with some of the repercussions of being homeschooled. Homeschooling fosters social awkwardness and loneliness that is hard to overcome. While it has many benefits, it has some disadvantages, mostly psychologically.
No one can understand what it can do to you until they experience it themselves. A lot of homeschoolers have siblings at home with them, also being homeschooled. I do not. My only brother went to school a few years ago and I remained homeschooled (by choice). This was probably the right path, but also a hard one.
When you are alone, your biggest struggle is your mind. It can become your worst enemy. This creates a problem because, when you are homeschooled, you have to try harder to establish connections socially, you have to be confident. How can you be confident when you're tearing yourself apart? You can't.
That's where I was... for a long time. The problem was that there were other issues going on around me, making my problems seem small. It was really easy to push them away, to deny their existence. That was the worst thing that I could have done.
There was nowhere to turn. No one I felt that I could confide in, because I couldn't even admit to myself what the problem was. I was depressed. The most freeing thing I did was admitting to myself that I was depressed. Saying it out loud. Sobbing, my body shaking, letting it all out to my mom, more than once. I had kept it bottled up inside for so long, I didn't realize how much it weighed me down. I was exhausted mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically.
I can't say that I'm depressed now. I can say that my perspective has changed. I look at things more cynically, yet I am always looking for ways to improve myself. I know that this year has been the start of the journey that is life. I'm so thrilled to be growing and changing. Even if change hurts.