One Bloomington woman’s journey to recovery.
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It was just another Saturday night. As I waited in my car to pick up my friends for a night out, I opened Instagram to pass the time. On my feed, I suddenly saw the post that informed me Matthew Perry died.
After two hours in the kitchen, the fire alarm going off three times and the kitchen counter covered in flour, a homemade apple pie with a golden-brown crust sat on the dining table in my home.
I was shielded.
Home. Home by definition is a place where one lives that offers shelter, which usually refers to a permanent residency for a period of time.
The sound of my alarm filled the silence of my room before the sun started to rise. The chill of the morning woke me up as I warmed my car up and headed to pick up three friends for a day trip to Indianapolis.
It was a Thursday night in mid-September. Classes were done for the day, homework was complete for the night and excitement for the weekend began to stir. It was 9 p.m. and music filled the house as the upstairs hallway was used as a dance floor.
Editor’s Note: This story includes mention of sexual violence. Resources are available here.
Sunday, Aug. 20
Imagine going through life, and each time someone tells you what your strengths are, or what organization you would benefit from or what career they could see you in, paint is brushed on your skin.
It sat there, its grey feathers blending in with the black asphalt, still, with only the wind moving its feathers. It was helpless and unprotected from the dangers of cars and pedestrians, until it was picked up and cradled in napkins and placed in the bushes and soil. As I cradled it in between two napkins, I realized that this baby bird unable to fly could be one of us.
I was scrolling through TikTok one day, just passing the time, and I saw a video with a caption about “quality friendship.” It said a quality friendship is one not defined by the number of years you’ve known a person or the distance between one another, but the actions they have shown to be a quality friend.
Tiny specs of diamonds sparkled on the front half of the gold hoop earring as it fell out of my ear and into the Atlantic Ocean. Moonlight shined upon the sea. As I watched it fall, I hesitated to catch it, and then it was too late. But in that moment, I realized how I could look at this as a part of me always being in Fort Lauderdale, and how I can always reminisce on the night my friend and I decided to go for a swim.
I was floating on my back, rays of sun shining down on the ocean waters giving me warmth. My mind was blank, clear, just filled with the peace of knowing how much the ocean gives me serenity. It was then that I knew I had to share this moment with others.
The sound of the airplane wheels taxiing on the runway fills my ears as the continuous increase of high speed can be felt in my stomach. My body sinks into the seat as the plane lifts from the ground. Civilization disappears from sight as the plane soars above the clouds near dawn. The sunrise touches the edges of the clouds with orange and yellow lighting up the sky.
From classic movies to childhood television shows to a new series on Netflix, visual entertainment has deeply impacted our lives. From Disney Channel to Marvel’s Avengers, we’ve grown up watching characters that were our role models and our favorite superheroes. With motion pictures and series being an important aspect of many of our lives, have you ever thought of how it has affected you?
The hot, beating sun shines down onto the grass where I lay with a blanket underneath me. With a book in one hand to keep my mind entertained and orange juice in the other to keep me refreshed, I notice how a gush of wind occurs here and there to naturally cool off the outside environment. As the wind blows, the tops of the grass sway one direction to another.
One day — as I was scrolling through TikTok — I stumbled upon a video with a caption about spending money on experiences rather than things, and it made me rethink the concept of spending money.
Life after high school is interesting. So much can happen in just one year: heartbreak, new friendships, a new relationship, a change in home. It can be a fresh start in life for some.
Editor’s Note: This story includes mention of potentially triggering situations, such as body image issues.