I understand that the prompt calls for us to write about something we need to simplify in our lives; however, I want to take a different approach and explain why simple has not and never will work out for me.
Back in January, I was diagnosed with depression and general anxiety disorder. I had been in a very dark mindset for years beforehand, but was never given the opportunity to figure out what was actually wrong. Once I was diagnosed, I started going to counseling to learn to cope with my own thoughts and feelings. Counseling brought me to the realization that in order for me to stay healthy and happy, I need to stay busy.
I've always been the type of person to get involved in many activities and to take as many "advanced" classes as possible. Unfortunately, I tend to be very adept at getting my work turned in on time if not early. For years this allotted me plenty of time to myself which might not sound like a bad thing, but was actually detrimental to my mental health. When I have nothing to do, it's as if my brain switches from positivity to self-destruct mode. I won't elaborate much into that, but it's not all that great.
A lot people would take one look at my schedule and immediately decide that it's not for them, and that's perfectly fine. I will admit that with how overloaded I am at the moment, I do cherish what little free time I have. I need that kind of schedule for my own benefit, though. If I'm not at physical therapy, archery practice, or play rehearsals, I'm doing homework and studying. In the times between that, I work on my own little projects such as learning guitar, painting, or even playing with makeup.
To the average person, there's plenty in my life that could be simpler. To me, simple is a pathway straight to hopelessness. I've tried simple, and I've tried "less busy," but clutter is what has worked the best thus far. Simplicity is a nice thought, but it won't ever work for me.
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