Post-Debate Syndrome

Today, like most days following long stressful trips, was a “dark day.” I stayed in bed, feeling depressed, reading Wikipedia, and staring at the walls from seven in the morning until three when I left for therapy. The grey cloud of sadness drifted nearer and began making ominous thundering sounds in the late afternoon while I watched Youtube videos about various charities and quietly cried.

It’s night now, my back is throbbing, and I’m ready to go to sleep. Getting out of bed again, let alone going to school, seems almost impossible, but I’ve got my Penn tee shirt draped over my desk chair, cheering me on, and I will not accept defeat. Besides, if I am capable enough to win a Golden Gavel, I can certainly make it up the front steps of school tomorrow morning.

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2 thoughts on “Post-Debate Syndrome

  1. Sometimes it is those little things – like the Penn T-shirt – that can make all the difference in getting by until the clouds lighten and the fogs lift. Keep it up. I’ve been exploring your blog and really enjoy it. (I also linked you in my blogroll, if that’s okay!)

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