I am a twenty-one year old grad student attending Indiana Wesleyan University. My area of study during undergrad was psychology, and I am now studying in Clinical Mental Health Counseling.

Both my parents are blessedly still alive & together. I have a younger brother who is a junior in high school. Back home, is also an adorable Toy Poodle named Tate (Tater Tot).

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When I was 14 I dropped a desk on my foot & broke my big toe... When I was 15 I smacked the back of my head on a metal pole and had to get staples to close the wound... When I was 16 I went to the ER over Memorial Day weekend for the assumption of having kidney stones or a burst appendix, only to discover I had a benign, dermoid cyst on my left ovary the size of a large grapefruit... In June of that year I went in for surgery to have it removed, & unfortunately in the process lost my left fallopian tube & ovary... When I was 17, after many, many doctors appointments for stomach pain, I had a laparoscopy, removing the endometriosis that had been discovered around and on my uterus...

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Backtracking to those great middle school days... In 7th and 8th grade I began suffering from what I now know was anxiety and depression. Both of these mental disorders have run in my family for many generations so my development of both comes to no surprise now. I battled silently with both, though mainly with depression since anxiety was and still is more socially acceptable, until my junior year of high school. I began counseling and through that figured out what I wanted to do after my life in high school. My senior year I became an FCA Leader in my school's Fellowship of Christian Athletes Club; Something that greatly changed my life and I will forever be thankful for. Most of my high school career I battled with suicidal thoughts, though I never wished to die, I simply had no desire, no motivation to live. I unashamedly can say that anti-depressants combined with a year and a half of counseling severely changed my struggles. My brain is clearly very low on serotonin & if it needs a little help by taking an SSRI, so be it. Despite these two blessed things, they are however not magic. My help, more than anything else, came and comes from my faith in Jesus Christ & His saving scars healing mine.

 

On a less serious note, I have been writing for nearly as long as I can remember. I started by writing poems in second grade which transitioned to songs in third through 7th grade. Somewhere during that time I began writing stories of all sorts. I enjoy journaling and discussing my emotions and moods because I have no reason to be ashamed or scared of them. I was very active in the Wattpad Community during my middle school days, & still occasionally write (just not publish) on there. I thoroughly enjoy writing, much more than I enjoy talking, so much of the time my writing comes from the things I never got to say/didn't want to say out-loud during my day.

Similarly, I write how I feel & what I think very honestly. I'm not scared or intimidated by controversial topics or deep topics. I'm honestly not expecting people to read what I write, but in case someone does, read what I write carefully. If you disagree, or agree, I'd love to hear it. I enjoy hearing other's beliefs and opinions, but I will not debate mine with you, especially if you belittle or shun me/them.

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{It Is Well is inspired by my faith, my confidence, and my joy in Christ that no matter the circumstance, He is Good & whatever happens, it is well with my soul.