Sometimes You Need Crazy

   About a week ago, I posted this photo:

   With this photo came the caption "when I saw this, I wanted to argue. No, I don't need bad days, I don't even want bad days. I hate the bad days, they make me feel weak and pathetic, and those bad days can take a long walk off of a short pier. Then I kind of realized that this does hold some truth. Bad days suck. End of story. They can turn the strongest person into a crying mess and make them feel worthless. But if we did not have the bad days, how would we be able to tell that there are good days? Those days when you feel exhilarated to just be alive. The ones that you can't stop smiling at everyone, no matter how angry they look. // Sure, bad days suck but they're a test. A test to make sure we know our own strength. A test to make us see that at the end of whatever storm we are facing, were still standing tall, sure we're soaked and could definitely use a hot bath. But we are still there, still standing. And that is what counts."

   I was struggling with a bad week, and just got over having another as well so I was at an all time low, especially with school starting back up, but I was lucky enough to have dinner and a very much needed conversation with a very close friend last night who opened up my eyes a little more.
   Sometimes you need the crazy to really see what is in front of you. And crazy does not always mean bad days but if we are being honest with each other, and I hope we are, for the majority of us, our crazy days tend to be bad ones for us. The ones where we want to pull out our hair and just scream why?! The ones where toddlers screams sound like they belong in horror movies or where you cannot help but feel absolute rage at the person who cut you off on the freeway. I can honestly say that I hated these days and whenever I could feel one coming on, I wanted to just not move from my bed all day.
   But now, after having this conversation, and just really talking to her, I have come to the realization that Charlie Chaplin was correct when he said "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles."
   Now this is my offer to you. Every single one of you, whether you are an avid reader of this little piece of the web or just found this post on a whim, if you have a bad day, find a friend, whether it is your best friend or your sister or aunt or cousin that you connect to, and ask them to just listen. You don't need an opinion, sometimes you just need to vent to someone and have them be an open ear but a closed mouth.
   Until next time lovelies,