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Dear Teenage Self,

I’m not quite sure how to begin. There’s so much I want to tell you; so much has changed. Most of it for the better.

First, I know being a teenager is hard. It seems like people are always trying to under-rate the problems of being a teenager. But I remember: being a teenager is insanely difficult. Just know that things will get better, if you give them time.

I know you think you’re ugly. I know those bullying girls in middle school make you feel like you’re ugly. And I remember what you look like in middle school: long frizzy hair, braces, snobbish little gold-rimmed cat’s-eye glasses, tomboyish clothes. I remember that you cried the first time you heard “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked. You pretended you were smarter and more arrogant than everybody else to hide the truth -- that you never felt like you fit in, that you doubted you’d ever find a boyfriend or fall in love.

Well, guess what? All those bullying girls in middle school? They’ll lose interest in you in high school. Your braces will come off. One day you’ll just decide to cut off all your hair, and it will feel incredibly liberating. You’ll get some new square plastic black-framed glasses. You’ll learn to make your tomboyish look work for you, with band T shirts and checkered open sweaters and long wool coats and skintight jeans.

And guess what else? Guys will call you pretty. So will girls. You’ll be asked out on dates. You’ll make new friends. College will free you from the confines of teenage hierarchy -- yes, you have to wait till college, and it will frustrate you because it seems like everyone else has it all figured out in high school. (They don’t. Trust me.) In fact, you’ll go to prom stag with a bunch of your girlfriends instead of with some immature teenage boy, and you’ll have the time of your life. You’ll rent a white limo and put on a lavender ball gown, and you’ll giggle and silly dance on top of a ship overlooking the sea sparkling in the night. And then, eventually, a year or two later in college, you’ll have the courage to ask somebody out and romance will happen for you.

But you’ll also learn not to let your beauty define you. I know you can’t even conceive of this right now, but you’ll get into a relationship, realize this guy’s not right for you, and you’ll have the courage to tell him “no.” He will validate this idea of the beauty you never thought you had, but he will not be the right person for you, and you will realize that it is okay. It is okay for him not to be the right person for you. You don’t owe anyone anything just because they called you pretty.

And it is okay not to have a boyfriend. Especially in high school. Ya got time, girl! Go easy on yourself!

Also know this: you still haven’t completely fallen in love. I think you’re probably one of those people who falls in love really intensely, but only once or twice a lifetime. And you’ve realized that’s okay too. You’ve kissed boys, held hands with them, even made out with them, but you have never given your virginity away to a guy who hasn’t earned it. And your inexperience? That doesn’t bother you as much as it used to. In fact, you’re a little proud of it. You go slow, and that’s okay -- your relationship experiences will be more rewarding that way. It’s okay to wait until the time is right.

You will try to force it. There will be a point in college when you try to force relationships that aren’t there, out of some misguided idea that you’re supposed to. And guess what? You’ll get over that, too. It’s a phase. You’ll grow out of it.

Don’t get me wrong. You’re not always the paragon of self confidence or anything. You still have your self conscious moments, but you’ve learned that those are okay. Progress can be imperfect and still be progress.

I know you have a lot of celebrity and book crushes right now. You’ll grow out of those, too. Don’t get me wrong, admiring sexy guys is awesome and so are idle daydreams, but the intense crushes on people you’ve never met? I’ve found those usually fade as you get older as well.

I also remember that those bullying girls used to call you a freak. Behind your back, which is worse. Even now, you still haven’t forgotten that girl who cheerfully told you, “I know everyone says you’re a freak, but I think you’re really nice! Oh, wait. You did know people call you a freak, right?”

You hadn’t.

Yeah. Ow.

That one still hurts a little.

But overall, you’ve come far. Time heals most wounds, and all those times you were socially humiliated in middle school? Those times don’t seem so important anymore. You can look back now and see those bullies for exactly who they really were: immature airheads. You can remember the memory, and be exasperated by it, and not feel pain.

And you know what? You ARE a freak. And you should be damn proud of that! The freaks are the best! They’re the originals, the daring ones, the ones who will change the whole fuckin’ world! Dare to be different! Live it up! Don’t let those assholes weigh you down!

And don’t give up on your childhood dreams. Remember when you wanted to be a novelist, a poet, a musician, an actress, but everyone told you that would be too hard and so you gave up? Don’t give up! You’ll get to a place where you’ll feel brave enough to start dreaming those things again.

You’ll also get better at talking in front of people. You don’t just babble incoherently and shake like a leaf in a high wind when you get up in front of people anymore. You’ve learned to deal with crowds, parties, and yes, school presentations -- at least to a certain extent. They can even be kind of fun!

Don’t start drinking. Stick to your principles and instincts and don’t get caught up in that addictive cycle. It may separate you from your peers now, but you’ll be so grateful for it later. For the ability to have an occasional beer or glass of wine without feeling the need to get drunk.

Yes, you WILL find jobs. You'll volunteer at the local library for a year in your senior of high school, edit someone's book for publication for a fee, and you'll have a really cool virtual internship doing business writing for an environmental company. (Your major right now is Creative Writing, with a minor in Marketing -- this may surprise you because I know you were thinking Psychology. But really, budding young writer, is it such a surprise?)

Also, you know that girl you’re best friends with? The daring, original one who loves goth stuff and who you walk home with every afternoon so she can show you her anime collection? The one you really admire and envy for her sheer comfort in being different? The one who takes you to the cool rock concerts? The one you wear bandanas with because you want so badly to be her? Yeah, you’re not really friends with her anymore. Not because you had a big falling-out or anything, but just because you both went off to different colleges and she turned out not to be the kind of friend who wanted to keep in contact with people she didn’t see every day -- even though you DID turn out to be that kind of friend.

I’m not going to lie to you and say that won’t hurt. It will. It’ll hurt like hell. It’ll feel like a betrayal. But eventually, you’ll come to the realization of this: that girl you admired and envied? You ARE that girl now. You’re comfortable being yourself, and being different.

And maybe you’re not different in the same way she is. Maybe you don’t wear dark eye makeup and dye your hair twenty different colors. But that doesn’t make you any less special and unique. Guess what? She’ll admit to you one day that SHE always really admired YOU -- for your dedication to your creative endeavors, especially to your writing, a dedication and creativity she’s found she can’t quite match.

Another compliment you’ll get, from a completely different girl, at the end of high school? That you’re “mysterious” but “passionate about your music.” And here was you always thinking people don’t talk to you because you’re a dorky loser. They may actually have been intimidated by you!

Speaking of that girl you’re friends with, you actually did want to go to the same college she did. She got in. You didn’t. And guess what? She was fucking miserable there. You cried when you didn’t get in, and she didn’t even like the goddamn place. So you moved far away, to a college in a different state right in the downtown area of a big city. You explored different kinds of cuisine. You tried online dating. You got interested in politics. You became addicted to coffee. You found out that snotty private school kids can be cold, bitchy, judgmental, and mean.

What I’m saying is -- first, you’ll get into college. Don’t worry about that. But second, the college you first went to? That wasn’t even your final destination. You ended up transferring to a totally different college, a public one in a small, rural town, and meeting some absolutely incredible people there. You’ll move out on your own, share an apartment with your college-age sister. The two of you will become incredibly close. You will successfully become independent.

Somewhere in between the first college and the second, you’ll be diagnosed with bipolar disorder. That’s right, all your online research proved you right. And I know that right now you’re trying to convince other people that how you’re feeling is an illness, and they’re grownups so they’re trying to tell you it’s really just because you’re not doing THAT and THIS and THAT OTHER THING.

So I just wanted to validate you. You were right. And finally getting that diagnosis and starting on the path to recovery? It’ll feel like a huge relief.

That brings me to my central point. I know you’re feeling suicidal. I know your parents are angry with you because you withdraw and hide in your computer so much, but you’re just trying to get good grades in class (you feel a lot of pressure there) and ignore the feelings welling up inside you. And I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you -- it’ll get worse before it gets better. There are times when you’ll sob and scream. There are times when you’ll just want to fucking die. There are times when you’ll feel broken. You will lose people. You will be bullied and abused. You will act fucking insane. Horrible things will happen to you.

But I’ll let you in on a little secret: It. Gets. Better.

You will go see a psychiatrist and a therapist. You will find a medication regimen that works for you, and learn self management techniques to keep bad thoughts from controlling your life. You will also start being healthy -- going out walking regularly, eating more frequently and healthier, sleeping more (but not too much), and you’ll travel and find tons of new hobbies! (You’ll even feel brave enough to take night classes in swing dancing downtown above a really sketchy bar.) These might all sound cheesy in isolation, but put them together and you’ve got a great recovery strategy.

Recovering from depression and suicidal thoughts is the most incredible feeling on the planet. All of a sudden, you’re grateful for everything -- you’re so much wiser, and you take a whole new lease on life. Life is an incredible journey, and you’ll want every part of it.

And the realization will come to you, over and over and over again: That you made it. You survived. You’re a survivor. And that realization never stops coming. It’s the gift that never stops giving. You will feel that triumph again, and again, and again. Every time you learn something, every time something good happens to you or you get reflective, you will feel that triumph again.

Like today.

So congratulations, kid. You’ve hit your twenties. You made it.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
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My supervisor from my summer internship sent me his letter of recommendation for me for future jobs. The letter was glowing; here are some of the specific things he complimented me on:

- hard worker

- consistently on time

- a person of my word

- dependable

- dedicated

- a quick study

- an active listener

- open to new thoughts and ideas

- embraces areas for opportunity

Here are some of the things he said I did:

- completed the internship

- helped to build their library of documents and inspirational quotes

- produced significant and varied interest in the company's marketing efforts

- significantly elevated my abilities in every core responsibility of my internship

He said I would be an asset to any team I joined. Is that great or is that great?!
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My summer internship is over!

By the end of my internship, I'd wound down to writing for the company's social media sites. (We had to put a stop to the blog posts and research papers, because I was working so far in advance of the opening of the company's website.) Writing for social media was, by the way, pathetically easy. I write and use social media so often, it was a piece of cake for me. People really seemed to like my stuff as well!

I wrote hashtag lists and inspirational quotes for Twitter, mainly. It was nice to see some of my stuff finally posted up online somewhere. By the time my blog posts are put up on the site, I will no longer work for the company.

Anyway, school is starting in about a week and I have to pack and get up to my new apartment (my sister's moving into the same apartment with me to start college herself), so I put a stop to the internship. School comes first until I graduate. My supervisor was very understanding of that, and he said in our last Skype meeting that I had been "a gold mine" for him. I offered to work for him again next summer, because the experience was so good.

He'll send me a letter of recommendation for future employers, and I'll send him a paragraph or so on my good experiences to put up on the company's website. A most mutually beneficial exchange. This is going to look so good on my resume and in job interviews!

Internship

Jul. 13th, 2015 03:58 pm
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I had a meeting with my internship supervisor today, in which he gave me a whole host of new assignments. Here's a brief history of the jobs I have had so far in my life:

In my senior year of high school, I got my first job working as a volunteer at the local public library. I knew I wanted to volunteer, and I thought the library might be a good place to do it considering my voracious love of books. I learned how to organize, shelve, and do inventory, but I think the only other thing I learned there was that I didn't want to be a librarian. It really was deadly dull.

In college, I edited someone's book for publication for them. The book was an autobiography covering the author's experiences with mental illness. It was an entirely virtual job -- we met on a forum and lived across the country from each other; we communicated by email -- but at the end of the job he sent me the money and a letter of recommendation.

During my year off from college, I worked for my father. He works on shotguns for a living. It was my job to make and count parts, and to organize his files. This wasn't terribly fascinating either, but it was work and it made me feel accomplished. (I don't like feeling lazy -- it's anathema to me.)

And now I have my first (non paid) summer internship.

My college major is Creative Writing and my minor is Marketing. (I knew I wanted to write for a living, but I also knew I had to make that marketable, so I got a business minor with the goal of being able to be a speech writer, publishing agent, advertiser, etc.) With that in mind, I found this job:

I'm working for an environmental company which asks restaurants and bars to use reusable cups in place of paper or plastic ones. I'm what's called a "business writer" -- I write inspirational quotes, advertisements, infographics, blog posts, research papers. Anything they need me to write, basically.

The internship is entirely virtual, like my editing job was. I meet with my supervisor once a week via Skype, and email him the document I'm working on, wherever I've gotten on it, each week.

It seems to be going well. My supervisor has admitted that I'm great at keeping him updated and have gone above and beyond his expectations for me. He's sent my work to other people within the company, mentioned something about putting some of my work up on the company's website once it's up and running, and seems to like what I put out.

Some people might be bothered by his constant criticism and consider him overly strict. He's very perfectionistic and sends documents back countless times for revisions, asking us to change anything and everything. But I've found that as long as you're creative and you keep trying, he generally doesn't get too much on your case about it. Criticisms and arguments -- as long as they're polite -- don't really bother me.

The thing that threw me more, honestly, was how hands-off he is. What he'll do is let you come up with the assignment yourself, or -- if he does have to give you an assignment -- he'll tell you almost nothing about his expectations for it. He lets you take a stab at it yourself, and then mercilessly criticizes your fledgling work until it's up to standard. I guess it's more of a learning experience that way -- he's said he doesn't want his interns to "just get him coffee" -- but that kind of tripped me up at first, because I'm so used to being ordered what to do in school.

Another thing I wasn't expecting is how friendly and personal he gets. He wants to hear all about how my life and summer are going, and tells me freely about things like his in-laws showing up for a visit, or the chores he has to do around his house. Mom says that's normal, for a coworker or employer to take an interest in your personal life, but I've never had that experience before. My father already knew me, my editing client only knew me through email and wasn't a superior, and my supervisor at the library was very reserved and distant.

So we've actually become friends of a sort -- as much as an older man and a young woman living on opposite sides of the country can be friends, anyway -- and that's a nice surprise.

So far, so good. I enjoy writing, so the internship isn't a dreadful chore like the library job was.

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