I lost my college graduation ring. No, it wasn’t a class ring, but a ring my mom and I designed and it was my graduation present. And I’m crashing down hard. I’m shattered. Everything doesn’t even begin to brush the surface of what that ring means to me. The word doesn’t exist. I honestly, don’t know where it can possibly be. I’ve already torn apart my freshly organized apartment searching and it’s nowhere. Actually, nowhere.
That ring is a reminder of how my life isn’t even in the same realm of what I want it to be, things will be ok
It’s a reminder that even though I had depression punched me 6 hard times in college I still successfully accomplished my degree
It’s learning to walk up stairs backwards
It’s even though I failed a semester, I graduated
It’s even though I thought about dropping out EVERY DAY for a semester in a half I persevered and made it through.
It’s the first 4 years and then another 4 years and counting of healing
It’s every smile
every moment in university.
It’s that every anxiety attack will end… even if I don’t think it ever will
It’s every time I thought I would never graduate, but I proved myself wrong
it’s how I finally found my empowerment
It’s the times I refound myself home on a stage
It’s every audition
It’s every performance
It’s every late night at Bulls or Fermentation Lounge
It’s my Baptism
It’s every time I am reminded how blessed I am to have found my family
It’s the strength I didn’t know I had
And it’s gone and so is every nights sleep from now on