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Recovering From Inner Chaos I'm Meg. 20 years old. Sophomore in college studying Psychology with concentrations in Biology and Physics, and I want to go into some kind of neuroscience, but I change my mind about that every day. Biomedical engineering? Biopsychology? Behavioral or cognitive neuroscience? I have too many interests. I am as nerdy as I sound! Absolutely love puppies. Harry Potter fanatic. Bubbly and a little bit crazy. My socks never match. Always kind and honest. Recovering from an eating disorder, or really, all of them, self-harm, anxiety and depression. Hopefully, I will look back one day and remember that this self-induced hell never brought me happiness. Living your life is what brings you happiness. I haven't cut myself since March 27th, 2013. I have not lied since April 24th, 2013. |
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Dear Alexa,
It’s been a while. It’s been a month since you passed away. It’s weird that you aren’t here.
They finished cleaning out your room, the most important things you owned in a little box labeled with your name. It’s strange to see your life compacted into just a few little items that remind them of you.
I miss you a lot. I still think about you, especially on the cold nights. I know you’d hate them and complain of the cold.
I miss talking neuroscience with you. We talked the other day in psychology about distal and proximal stimuli, about awkwardness and the biology of everything we do, that it’s all about those little on and off switches that are our neurons. I can’t help but think that you’d be the perfect person to have a nerdy, amazing discussion about all of this with. You understood my love of it…because you loved it too.
I miss you. I miss your laugh and I miss our talks, intellectual or philosophical. You were an amazing person babe, I wish you could have seen it yourself.
I love and miss you always,
Meg
