In Response to "Misunderstood"

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I wrote my post "Misunderstood" after feeling completely crushed by my mom and because I had felt validated as the black sheep of the family for my interest in all things bookish, word-related, and emotions ingrained in music.

I know people love to hate on "Frozen" now, but I will still forever adore Elsa. I hold her in regard as the Disney character I truly relate to the most.

"Let It Go" is an anthem for me. I could annotate those lyrics and point to the depth that each line has for me as someone who struggles with depression, self-hatred, anxiety, and fear of others' judgment for who I am.

I remember just a few months ago I was texting with the Suicide Crisis Hotline and somehow began talking about Elsa with my counselor. She said Elsa was also a symbol of freedom from mental illness for her, and that her boyfriend had bought her an Elsa princess wand as a gift so remind her of her potential to feel free and happy with herself.

My mom now strives to understand my feelings and view of the world, as well as my depression, and considers me to be "brilliant" for my relation to things emotional, spiritual, and intellectual. She is now a driving force in my motivation to stay alive and better myself.

Perspectives shift and feelings change, and it's so important to wear your heart on your sleeve in order to deepen the feelings into true emotions.

Let it go, be brave, stand tall, be strong, and love yourself.

It opens up so many more doors for you.

And love is better than hate.

-Amanda

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