I Still Feel Like I’m Making Up Reasons to Live

Shine brightly by remembering this is all just a story.

Emily Jennings

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a little depressed
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A year and a half ago, I was three months into a grief journey. My boyfriend had died. I wrote a story about how I was depressed and to get through each day, I had to make up reasons to live. I could see so clearly that this life is just a story — a plot unfolding that’s part of my destiny — and I could be fully engaged in it, I could attach to the outcome, or I could simply let it unfold and play along with it. I could pretend I cared — or not.

Now, I am no longer very depressed. But of course, grief comes in waves, and sometimes I find myself bawling my eyes out. Sometimes I am still depressed. Being human is really weird to me — and sometimes I look around and I’m like, “What is this place?”

It feels like in order to exist, I have to make up reasons to be here that my heart isn’t always fully committed to.

I often feel like I am unfamiliar with this life’s setup. I am a human on Earth in my particular station of society and in my particular country and town, with my particular privileged white girl first-world problems. And sometimes, it’s hard to keep caring about those problems because I don’t feel like me. I know I’ve been a lot of things before this and I’ll be a lot more after this lifetimes is over. Essentially, I am a soul having a human experience over and over again. The real story is bigger than we know. This is not even a chapter — it’s a subchapter within a chapter.

Everything is meaningful and significant, I don’t deny that. Everything happens for a reason. That’s actually the point that often gets me down. I know I’m here and that I don’t really belong here. I know that this is a plot in a story, and the storyline will keep going whether or not I care. And that hurts. It feels like I didn’t come here by consent. Instead, I am a prisoner in a way. I feel like it’s very unfair.

But my soul knows that this is not true. In fact, I have one hundred percent agreed to this storyline, I just don’t remember doing that. I even wrote a lot of it. I knew what needed to happen in this lifetime for my highest good. My soul said, “Let me go on an…

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Emily Jennings

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