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Maybe, Just Maybe

I wondered: maybe, just maybe, being imperfect could actually make me a better counselor. I mean, aren't we all flawed?

Maybe, just maybe, it's because, like Marco (from Attack on Titan) once said to Jean, understanding weakness makes you stronger in helping others. So here I am, flawed and all, juggling two roles as a volunteer peer counselor.

Funny thing is, the more I help others, the more I realize I need help too. Take yesterday, for example. I sat down with someone struggling with time management, communication, and overthinking – all issues I battle myself.

But being a peer counselor isn't about handing out answers; it's about guiding others to find their own solutions. And you know what? Sometimes, their solutions light a spark in me too. I've been in a slump for the last few months, but after that session, I found myself starting to tackle tasks like the motivated achiever I used to be – years ago. It really hit me when she said, "I planned my day but ended up doing something completely different." Meanwhile, I hadn't even bothered to make a plan. Talk about a reality check. It was as if she had held up a mirror, reflecting back at me.

Ah, hitting rock bottom. It's like finding yourself at the bottom of a deep, dark pit, with seemingly no way out. But you know what they say – there's only one way to go from there: up. It's a comforting thought, a beacon of hope in the midst of despair. Yet here I am, still entrenched in the depths of rock bottom. It's a familiar place, one I've visited more times than I care to admit. But maybe, just maybe; no, for sure, here's still hoping, right? 

Maybe, just maybe; it's not only about the immediate ascent from rock bottom, but also the resilience to keep hoping, keep striving for better days ahead.

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