How Do You Know If You've Found Your McDreamy?

How Do You Know If You've Found Your McDreamy?

He will pick you, love you, and continually choose you.
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Millions of viewers have been in awe of the relationship that Meredith Grey and Derek Shepherd created throughout the 11 seasons of "Grey's Anatomy" before... well... you know what happened. They somehow took one drunken night at the bar and turned it into the greatest love story of our generation. Through the hardships, countless tears, and Meredith being too afraid to let McDreamy in for several seasons, they managed to create a life together that so many of us dream of having. As you sat and watched their story unfold, sometimes, you couldn't help but wonder if your McDreamy was ever going to make his way to you.

We all go through relationships in our lives— some more valuable than others. There comes a time that you stop communicating, you stop loving, and the fighting consumes your whole relationship. The love you once shared suddenly comes crashing down, and, right before your eyes, it's over. You thought that the time you had together was going to last you a lifetime, but fate just wasn't in your favor. You're then supposed to get back on your feet and find a way to get over the heartache that you're suffering. Time heals you slowly, but surely, and then, it happens. Then, you find him. You find your very own McDreamy. At that very moment, you are not aware that he is going to be such a huge part of your life, but, with time, you will figure it out. So, the real question is, how do you know if you've found your McDreamy?

If you've found him, he's going to have really great hair— I mean, really great. The kind of hair that, when he's 40, will still going to be luscious and full. He's also going to be very intelligent. He's going to strive to be the best he can at what he does and do it with everything he has. He's probably going to have had childhood dreams of wanting to grow up to be a neurosurgeon and won't settle for anything more practical because, hey, he's stubborn as hell. He will have the most beautiful smile you have ever seen and when he looks at you, you may feel the urge to faint. He will love and cherish you, even if you run from his love many times. As you make your way into the future with your McDreamy, he will find the perfect way to propose to you— something extremely personal; he may even do where you both enjoy being the most. He will, from then on out, defend you from those around you, even if you are wrong. He will love you more than his favorite thing, even if that favorite thing of his is ferryboats. Your McDreamy will be the one, and you will know it when you meet him, even if it happens to be from across the bar.

Even though I just described Derek Shepherd in the paragraph above, just know that your McDreamy exists and he is out there. Give him time and think of him often. When he finally makes his way to you, love him unconditionally because all great love stories come to an end one day.

Rest in peace, Dr. Derek Shepherd.

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10 Things I Threw Out AFTER Freshman Year Of College

Guess half the stuff on your packing list doesn't really matter
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I spent the entire summer before my freshman year of college so WORRIED.

I also spent most of my money that summer on miscellaneous dorm stuff. I packed the car when the time finally came to move in, and spent the drive up excited and confused about what the heck was actually going on.

Freshman year came and went, and as I get ready to go back to school in just a few short weeks (!!), I'm starting to realize there's just a whole bunch of crap I just don't need.

After freshman year, I threw out:

1. Half my wardrobe.

I don't really know what I was thinking of owning 13 sweaters and 25 T-shirts in the first place. I wear the same five T-shirts until I magically find a new one that I probably got for free, and I put on jeans maybe four times. One pair is enough.

2. Half my makeup.

Following in the theme of #1, if I put on makeup, it's the same eyeliner-mascara combination as always. Sometimes I spice it up and add lipstick or eyeshadow.

3. My vacuum.

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One, I basically never did it. Two, if I REALLY needed to vacuum, dorms rent out cleaning supplies.

4. Most of my photos from high school.

I didn't throw them ALL away, but most of them won't be making a return to college. Things change, people change, your friends change. And that's okay.

5. Excess school supplies.

Binders are heavy and I am lazy. I surprisingly didn't lose that many pens, so I don't need the fifty pack anymore. I could probably do without the crayons.

6. Cups/Plates/Bowls/Silverware.

Again, I am lazy. I cannot be bothered to wash dishes that often. I'll stick to water bottles and maybe one coffee cup. Paper plates/bowls can always be bought, and plastic silverware can always be stolen from different places on campus.

7. Books.

I love to read, but I really don't understand why I thought I'd have the time to actually do it. I think I read one book all year, and that's just a maybe.

8. A sewing kit.

I don't even know how to sew.

9. Excessive decorations.

It's nice to make your space feel a little more cozy, but not every inch of the wall needs to be covered.

10. Throw pillows.

At night, these cute little pillows just got tossed to the floor, and they'd sit there for days if I didn't make my bed.

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The Shape Of The Monster: Depression

The second piece in a series about mental illness.

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The last thing I want to do is glorify mental illness, give it a platform, give it a name. But I need to talk about it, to work through it, to show that it's something many people experience.

It goes like this.

Hey! Sorry I haven't called you back. Everything has been so busy.

Every time I think about even picking up the phone and calling you, something heavy but familiar sets in my stomach like a weight.

You know how things get.

You know how easy it is to want to slip into absolute nothingness, right?

I've been trying to write, but my writer's block has been limiting me a lot.

Everything I write is so bad. The flow is off. It doesn't sound like me. It feels so crooked and wrong. I can't do anything right.

How are things? Has work been alright?

I hope you feel successful. I hope things are easier for you. I hope you are as happy as you seem.

I'm okay.

I don't want to be here. I don't want to be anywhere. I feel crooked and wrong like I just want to scream and cry and dissolve.

I've just been so tired!

I have been tired for at least a decade. Tired of never sleeping. Tired of never feeling anything more than either absolute devastation and absolute nothingness. Tired. Tired. Tired.

I hope I can see you soon.

I hope I can bring myself to get out of bed and out into the world. I hope I can force myself to shower, and get dressed, and be a contributor to society, to social obligations.

I miss you.

I miss you.

I love you.

I love you.

I promise to call as soon as things lighten up a bit.

As long as the chemical imbalance doesn't destroy me altogether, hopefully, I can feign vague interest for a short phone call.

Goodbye.

Goodbye for now, maybe goodbye forever, maybe I'll work up the courage to call you in another 2, 5, 7 weeks or so. My life is made of "maybes." Maybe one-day things will be better. Maybe one day I'll be happy. Maybe one day I won't be anything. Maybe.

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