Sad, ironic and frankly, a bit uplifting.
For years when I was a kid, I used to think that my family's yearly trips to Disney World were some kind of karma retribution for all the crap bullying I was getting at school on a daily basis. I don't know if the fact that we went six years in a row indicated more how much I was bullied in school or how much my family loved going to the theme parks. I think it was a mix of both.
Truthfully, those trips were some of the happiest moments of my life, something I'll always remember my parents doing faithfully because they knew it would make my sister and I happy each year without fail. It became the normal thing to look forward to each year.
Lately I've been feeling pretty shitty in regards to a number of issues in my life. It didn't help that I recently went through with a breakup that was not entirely unexpected, but nonetheless really undesired. In any case, I find it a little humorous if not ironic that during the first instance I thought my depression had come back, my parents suggest a family holiday cruise - along with a few days with the land of the Cheesy Mouse himself.
I think someone in the sky wants me to keep going.
Truthfully, those trips were some of the happiest moments of my life, something I'll always remember my parents doing faithfully because they knew it would make my sister and I happy each year without fail. It became the normal thing to look forward to each year.
Lately I've been feeling pretty shitty in regards to a number of issues in my life. It didn't help that I recently went through with a breakup that was not entirely unexpected, but nonetheless really undesired. In any case, I find it a little humorous if not ironic that during the first instance I thought my depression had come back, my parents suggest a family holiday cruise - along with a few days with the land of the Cheesy Mouse himself.
I think someone in the sky wants me to keep going.