Daily Motivation: What Motivates You Each Day?
Every day I wake up with a sense of purpose. And for the most part, it feels like my days are full.
My friends and family mean everything to me, so I usually spend quality time with them in the morning or evening hours, respectively. A little later on in the day I’ll take care of housework and errands before heading back to work on some projects that are due soon. Usually at this point in the day I’m feeling a little drained from all that work but then comes my favorite time: when my daughter gets home from school and she gives me her big hug and all is right again.
I’ll spend the evening with her up until dinner-time, and then it’s time to put her in bed; my little sweetheart goes straight to sleep like a good girl.
After this, I usually try to accomplish something meaningful, but I often find myself losing steam around 11:00 pm. I’ll either read a book or watch a movie before going to bed and that’s when my day comes to an end.
My days are different depending on the time of year, which means that I sometimes have abundant free time or a lot less free time as well.
But one thing remains the same: I wake up with a sense of purpose that keeps me moving forward.
The funny thing is, I wasn’t always like this.
Growing up, I was very shy and awkward around people and didn’t know how to speak up for myself or stand up for myself. So when my school friends would tease me about some embarrassing childhood memory or say something mean about my appearance, all I could do was just sit back and take it. And then one day, when no one was paying attention to me, the words just started flowing out of my mouth without any hesitation at all.
I’m not sure what triggered those words or why I felt like I needed to say them in the first place, but all I know is that they were out, they were real and they were going to hurt someone: me.
It wasn’t until my friend started crying that I realized how much of a jerk I was being. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I was so embarrassed and sorry, but I knew there was nothing I could do to make it right, and that really sucked.
And then I started noticing the looks my parents were giving me like they could see right through my soul. They looked so disappointed in me that it almost killed me inside.
Okay, I realize how dramatic that might sound, but for a young girl in her teens who desperately wanted to be accepted by her peers and be liked for who she was behind the scenes instead of being ridiculed every day, it felt like my whole world was crashing down around me.
I had never felt so alone. I was so scared to be myself in case someone realized how different my life was compared to theirs and that’s when things started getting really bad. I had to do something to help myself, so I made an anonymous call to a suicide hotline and talked to a really nice counselor named Randi who told me that she knew what it was like to be different from everyone else and that I had the power within myself to make changes in my life.
I ended up making a LOT of changes in my life.
I stopped cutting my wrists out of fear that someone would discover where I kept them hidden under the covers. I started talking more honestly with people so they could understand why I acted the way I did; it wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. EVERYTHING is worth it when you find your purpose.
It wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I realized what a huge impact those anonymous phone calls had made on my life. I no longer felt like such a freak; instead, I was proud to be different.
I wanted everyone to know that they could make changes in their lives without having to kill themselves or get help from some stranger.
And then, one day, I decided that it was time for me to be more vocal about my struggles and share them with others in the hopes of helping them do the same. I started blogging and writing about my life and my struggles; I wrote a lot of articles and I shared them with my friends, family and even strangers on the internet.
I’m not sure if it was the intensity of my words or if it was because I had finally found something that made me feel proud, but one thing was for sure: people started to notice who I was and what I stood for.
One day someone commented on one of my articles saying how much they enjoyed reading it because they were going through a similar struggle in their life, and that’s when I knew that there were others out there like me.
Everyone has their struggles. Everyone has their demons. And everyone is looking for answers to help themselves.
Many people have since come forward saying how my words have helped them in a time of need, and for that I am so thankful.
Another thing I realized was that if I could change my life and find my purpose, then there were probably others out there just like me who needed someone to speak up for them and show them that they had the power to make changes in their lives without having to hurt themselves or go through years of therapy.
I’ve been making changes and standing up for myself for years now, and it’s finally time for me to take the next step towards helping others do the same.
I hope you’ll check out the rest of my blog. There’s a lot of information about depression and suicide, as well as other mental health related topics that I hope will be helpful to anyone who is struggling with their inner demons.
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It was a long day. It was going to be even longer the next day. But it was a good kind of struggle, and I knew that if I could survive the next day, I could survive anything in life.
My name is Meredyth McLean and this is my story.