It’s almost completely over!

Hello, everyone!

I come to you today as I’m almost done with my semester!

You can only imagine how good it feels to know that I have very few obligations after Friday afternoon.

To be honest, I can’t even fathom what I will do with myself over the month-and-a-half-long semester break. well, I know that from December 26th until January 20th (or something like that) I will be taking an online course to get science out of my way towards graduation. I just really don’t even know how I will function if I have no lasses weighing me down. My face has become much more serious (it makes me think I look sad) since I began college.

I have learned a lot of valuable things, but my appearance has suffered, as in, my physical health has suffered. When I’m at school, I don’t pay attention to the signs that my body gives me. It’s not that I try to ignore my body, I just forget how important it is for me to be conscientious of my own well being.  I’m surprised that I have been able to retain a somewhat healthy physical status so far in my life (except for a few months when I was almost dead) and that my body still works and will do what I need it to. I think college has made me feel like I’m 50. My body aches so badly, I just need to do more yoga, I think.

I started this post with the intention of talking about how much my Bible as Literature class has taught me about not only Biblical literature, but about myself. This class pushed my limits. Well, it has mad me do more work than I have ever done for any other English class in my life. It has most definitely taught me to push my limits. I feel like it should be a 300 or 400 level course, not a 200 level. It had so much more work than a 200 level class should have in it.

Because of what I chose to write my term-paper about, I learned a lot about the life of Clive Staples (C. S.) Lewis. I also learned a little bit about J. R. R. Tolkien. , Lewis’ literary colleague. I have dome to be nearly completely infatuated with C. S. Lewis his semester. I knew that I loved his literature before, but now I am beyond ‘in love’ with the Narnia books and everything else that he took part in.

I have this (Bible as Literature) exam on Tuesday at 12:30 in the afternoon, then I have my  Phonetics final at 8:00 am on Wednesday, American Literature at 8:00 m on Thursday and my French final at 10:00 am on Friday. Seven days from now and I’ll be at home, preparing to celebrate Christ with my family. 🙂

I can’t wait! I feel like I should probably be reading or practicing French right now, but I really don’t want to. I want to finish this posting today and maybe sleep for a little bit. Tomorrow, I will re-commence attempting to write my final essay for this class.

So, until next time (Jusqu’à prochaine fois),
❤
❤
Deius Blesse,
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Alexandra

 

Therapy

Believe me when I tell you that if a therapy exists, I am pretty sure that I’ve been through it at least on a trial-basis.

Physical therapy? I’ve been there, and humbly, I thank all of my physical therapists from a time ago. I would not be who I am without the rigorous exercise that I was put through in PT.

Occupational therapy? Yes, even that I have been through. Occupational therapy, along with my mother’s relentless pushing, is the main reason that I am able to type on this computer with both hands. Thank God for both my OT, and my mother.

Psychological therapy, also, is something that I have been through. Re-training your brain to be ‘normal’ in society is probably the hardest thing that I have ever done. Can you imagine waking up after a three-month-nap, barely being able to speak, barely being able to move, being able to hold your fork or spoon by only the assistance of your mother? Can you imagine waking up to learn that ‘the summer of your life’ is over and was spent in a hospital bed instead of at the beach with your friends and your sister? Can you imagine waking up and not understanding why you are so horribly thin that you look malnourished? Can you imagine waking up with tubes coming out of your ribcage? Can you imagine everyone that you come across look at you’re a ghost, or an alien?

Well, that is how I spent my senior year of High-School.

Music therapy. Oh, the deep seated love I have of music. Everything from Classic Rock to Jazz to Classical music. They all soothe my soul, and connect me to the deep, deep, deep drift of this world. Music is where I go when I am stressed. When I am angry. When I am sad. When I am joyous beyond compare.

Music is how I connect with my Savior. Music is what makes me feel peace.

The therapy that I began this blog post with is very different from all of those therapies though.

The therapy to which I believe I owe my life is the therapy that true love provides. Mostly, I have received this therapy from my family. My family means more to me than I could ever say. After the ‘bad thing’ happened, family was all that I really had. I mean, sure, there are a few dear friends that stuck by my side. But most of them bailed on me. I cannot imagine how hard it would be to watch a friend go through what I did, on top of my own problems. So, I have decided to rise above what some people think I might do, and just keep turning the other cheek. Sure, it started to smart the first time I lost a friend, the second time, the third. But I have come to a point in my life where I love with everything that I have, but I expect nothing in return. It hurts much less. I do not think of myself as heartless.

After all, I shed more love every day than there are clouds in the sky during a thunderstorm. I just realize that some people are incapable (or unwilling) to lay their heart out in the open.

I want people to have the opportunity to feel loved, cherished sand valued more than any other soul on the Earth. I want everyone to get the chance to feel the healing , therapeutic powers of love.

I want them to lay helpless on a hospital bed, near death, and to feel the warm body of their dearest, most cherished cousin by their side, after a brutal argument with nasty words not worthy of repetition.

That is what love feels like.

That is the therapy that only love can provide to heal a broken body.