Dear Mom: Article 02
When you were 20, who were you?
Dear Overly Exhausted,
When I was 20, I was a different person. I had dropped out of college. I worked overtime as a Certified Nursing Assistant and Direct Support Professional. I drove a Chevy Impala, which was older. I smoked a lot of cigarettes. I dated all the wrong men. I was treated poorly. I had no real friends. Instead all of these acquaintances who used to use the s*** out of me.
When I was 20, I was overly obese. I was gross. I was tired. I was absolutely a wreck. I drank a 24 pack of soda within two days. I was very unhealthy. I used to hang out with the “cool crowd.” I also use to be called a bar-fly at times. I listened to nobody. I refused to admit when I needed help. But when I was 20, I was so disposable.
When I turned 23, I got pregnant. I had my first daughter at 23, and my second daughter at 26. I truly believe when I was 20, I had no interest in being a permanent person to anybody. I was just a terrible person. I was with a guy named Lee. We had a dog. We had two cats. We lived on our own in a 2 bedroom house. It was fun.
But then life started to happen. Death happened. Mistakes. Happiness. The truth started to set in. I changed careers completely. I switched directions. At 27, I am now successful with what I do. I am majoring in human services working in a completely different trade. Honestly, that’s okay. It is okay to do something temporary if it leads you to somewhere permanent. It’s okay to have temporary happiness. It’s okay to be starting over. It is okay.
As life goes on, we realize that friends aren’t who we thought they were. We realize that love stories don’t always work out. We realize that it’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to lean on another person. It’s okay to be imperfect. It’s okay.