Happy Tears!

Not all tears are bad tears. Tears of joy do exist, and what makes us cry as individuals can vary. For example, I’m all about positivity and everything that has to do with it. I’m all about daily affirmations, pushing myself and others to be the best person they can be, no matter what the circumstances are, and counting the moments that matter because tomorrow is never promised. I believe what made me cry happy tears as of recently was getting my second degree.

I honestly didn’t think that I could complete my second degree with the things I was battling. It was like obstacles where just rolling my way, but why? Did it stop me? It came close to. But then I realized I had others around me who cared, who loved seeing me do what I love to do. I realized that my lifestyle is the story of someone else’s to keep them going. So yes, being legally disabled with two degrees caused me tears of joy, not only because I did it, but I knew those watching over me would’ve been proud, especially those who witnessed my disability in action. Having epilepsy is not for the weak, I just make it look like everything is fine. One minute you wanna cry, and the next you wanna have fun. You’re wondering out of everyone, why you? Why at that time? But one thing I’ve always believed was that I was sent here to help. So, by setting that example, that’s a major help to those in my shoes or similar.

This isn’t just for those with disabilities, it’s for everyone. We’re each battling something that no one knows about because of how strong we try to remain forgetting that it’s okay to fall in order to get back up again. My happy tears come from the magazines I see myself in online, the emails I get with questions and high regards about how I do the things I do, the name I stamped into people’s minds when they think, or see me. That’s what brings me happiness, knowing that I was one of the first people in my community to have that mindset and push it beyond in a different aspect. It’s nothing more amazing than being a leader and not a follower.

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