Abbey Walters
Bio
just a girl trying to get by
Stories (5/0)
Miss Your Loved Ones Who Have Passed, and When it Hurts, Miss Them Harder
The empty chair at the dinner table, the automated voice at the dead end of a phone call relaying that the number has been disconnected, the longing to tell a story about something that happened in your day, something you know they would laugh at, they would be proud of, they would be overjoyed to hear— these are the things that eat us alive when grieving the death of a loved one, the things that bring about a sense of emptiness within our souls that cannot be filled with anything this earth has to offer.
By Abbey Walters6 years ago in Families
You Have Got to Love Yourself
I am 22 years old with a bachelor's degree under my belt from one of the most distinguished universities in America. I graduated with a 3.92 GPA and concrete plans of immediately continuing on with my education to pursue my master's degree. A few weeks before the application deadline for graduate school, I realized I had not even begun to fill it out. This was highly unlike me, as I have always been motivated to achieve what I want, and it hit me that perhaps this meant that wasn't what I really wanted. As the deadline continued to approach, I became even less intrigued at the idea of going. However, pursuing a full-time job did not intrigue me either, and not because I was not willing to work, but because the idea of settling into a less-than-ideal career that did not leave me oozing with passion at the end of the day sounded terribly dreadful. The deadline eventually passed, and I continued on with my previous part-time job.
By Abbey Walters6 years ago in Motivation
Have a Day
"Have a good day!" It's a pretty common phrase, is it not? Something we often say to one another -- something we may call to say to our significant other on the way to work, or shout after our children once they’ve scrambled to gather their book bags and lunch pals in time to make the bus. It’s a nice sentiment, but sometimes the expectation to have a good day is simply too much. Some of us may be struggling with long term depression or battling a treacherous physical disease, grieving the loss of a loved one, or experiencing the heartbreak of a relationship coming to an end. For some of us, from the moment we open our eyes to the sun streaming in through our bedroom window, we are doused with an overwhelmingly heavy blanket of sadness, anger, confusion, or loneliness, leaving us with not even a moment of serenity to bathe in before settling over us. A full day of expectations awaits us, and the mere thought of having to fulfill those expectations is exhausting; having to fulfill them with a cloud of disdain raining down on us seems damn near impossible.
By Abbey Walters6 years ago in Psyche
An Open Letter to Those Who Care 'Too' Much
I am absolutely terrified of the world we live in. As a girl who cares and feels so deeply, I often react to the harsh realities of life in a much more troubling manner than the average person. The naive child in me still believes in the good in everyone, and that if I give my all to someone, they will do the same for me. But I have extended a hand and opened my heart to all who have wandered into my life, and it has burned me more times than it has not. I turn on the news and am bombarded with tragedy after tragedy, each one more traumatizing than the next. Most people are saddened and sickened by such events, but typically not to the extent that I am. I have witnessed loved ones of mine go through awful experiences, and while they struggled to deal with it, accept it, and move on, the process was much shorter and far less intense than it is when I go through similar experiences. I cannot even express with words the pain I have felt over situations and experiences, and the difficulty I have had to move on with my life without it affecting every aspect of my existence, that others seemed to get over so quickly. Sure, they were sad, and they were struggling, but it rarely seems to be to the extent it is for me. I do not say this for sympathy, nor do I say this to come off as though I have it so much worse than others because I don't, and I surely do not believe that I do. Everyone has their obstacles, and caring "too" deeply happens to be one of mine.
By Abbey Walters6 years ago in Humans
Not Everything Happens for a Reason, but That's Okay
There have been numerous accounts of tragedy and heartbreak that I have experienced throughout my 22 years on Earth, all of which I remember so vividly it is almost as if they occurred just last night. What I remember even more vividly, however, is confiding in a person close to me who, after expressing sorrow and concern, proceeded to say to me that this had to have happened for some reason greater than the human mind can even begin to comprehend. While these words were intended in the most consoling way possible, in order to aid me in accepting what had happened to me, I was repulsed at this reaction each and every time. In a world where tragic events occur with no explanation whatsoever and we are left wondering what we did to deserve this and why this had to happen, it has become human nature to adapt the ideology that everything happens for a reason beyond our capability of understanding so that it is easier to accept them and move on with our lives. Realistically, however, everything does not happen for a reason, and living by the idea that it does is not as effective as one may think.
By Abbey Walters6 years ago in Psyche