This is the time when the yearbooks are being signed and you say goodbye to your teachers, that you realize that you truly are a human being that is recognized as existing.
I get the common feeling that my struggles are what they are usually categorized as: invisible. When I miss days for being sick or have doctors appointments, I often think that no one realizes I’m not there. My absence is filled up. I am just gone.
But it is when I talk to my teachers and classmates and get their signatures that I am proven wrong. My absence leaves a hole that I thought didn’t exist.
I went up to my psychology/sociology teacher to turn in my final and get my yearbook signed, and he told me to stay so he could say something. He said something to me that I guess I didn’t realize until after the fact that I really needed to hear. He recognized that I dealt with a lot more than the average high schooler and said he was proud of me for getting through his class.
As I read through all the little notes in my yearbook, I am shown that I am recognized. I am wanted. I am truly seen with my struggles and worth.
I will always struggle with quiet pain and hardships. But I know that while I get through my life with dark parts in my days, I have people at my school that are small candles that show me that I am not by myself or alone.