Abrupt and unexpected, was how I would describe this death.
I opened the post by saying, "Writing is something I used to look forward to doing. That is no longer true."
A pretty depressing line, which was fitting, as I was not doing well mental-health wise. Over the past six months (a short death) I have spent a lot of time focusing on myself. Self improvement, more or less.
I never really planned to start writing on here again, but here I am. My hands lazily moving across the keyboard. I often find my right hand middle finger on the "delete" button, but that's writing, isn't it.
"Well Hanna, why is it you're starting to write again?"
Recently in my English class we had to do a project where we wrote about kindness. It was very free flowing, and that was essentially the only prompt.
I wrote a poem. "The Effect of One Kind Soul". I presented this in front of my junior english class. Afterwards, we all wrote notes to each other. My absolutely lovely peer, Jade, wrote me the following note.
"DANG HANNA.
You are a beautiful writer. I also very much appreciate/love how informed you are on important topics like feminism and the elections. You totally have yourself figured out and I admire that. You know what you stand for and you stand for it because of that, I think you're a very brave person.
P.S. You should write more on your blog because I FOUND it and LOVE it. Your post on dying your hair was the last push I needed to dye mine (lol)
Love ya, Jade."
Thank you Jade, thank you for in turn pushing me to return to doing something I love.
Thank you to my mom, Shea, who I didn't realize enjoyed my blog until she asked that I would bring it back, and who pushes me forward when I can't do so on my own.
Thanks to my dad, who is always kind and caring about my work.
Thank you to Ryan Trimble for encouraging me to find the truth in everything.
Thank you to Shaylee, my dearest friend, for always wanting to hear what new poem I've wrote, and being so kind when reacting to them. Always with a hug and a, "Hanna, that was absolutely amazing". You are my hero and my inspiration.
Thank you to Oliver, for always supporting me in whatever I do.
Thank you to Brooke, for always being sweet, complementary, and honest.
Thank you to all of my peers who wrote me a note saying they admire my willingness to talk about touchy subjects.
Thank you, especially, to my english teacher, Regan Gull, for teaching me the power of writing. For helping me believe my words, and to not fear sharing my opinions with others who might disagree. I admire you and everything you do.
Now that my speech is over, I will sit back and let this take me where ever it pleases.
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