You never know what someone else is going through.
Last summer, while living in Boston, my life seemed fantastic. I was working at a law firm downtown, living in a cute studio, and smiling for photos.
I visited friends in New York City, went to museums, enjoyed baseball games, and wore designer clothes. I spent days in the Public Garden and wrote inspirational blog posts- yet what most people didn’t know was that I was on the verge of the unraveling of my final year in Boston.
Society spends so much time comparing our own lives to other people- but we only know part of their story.
We check Facebook to see what our friends are doing on vacation, we compare our jobs, and we make up stories in our own minds as to what someone’s life is truly like. We see people and their seemingly perfect families, adorable kids, and handsome husbands.
This is a reminder to check on those who seem to have it all together- the strong ones who may not seem to need help at all.
I never wanted to admit I needed help, that I was lonely, or that I was unsure of where my life was going. Thankfully, I realized that I can’t write a story that wasn’t meant for me.
Now that I am back in Michigan, I can reflect on the good times, the bad, and have immense gratitude for surviving (and thriving!) through everything I experienced.