Mental health is a very important topic. People around the world have been dealing with mental health problems for a long time. Not a lot of people think about these issues because they don’t know what it is like having mental health problems.
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"Whenever I was frightened or ever felt alone, I turned to the night sky at a star I call my own. Somewhere I could run to, just across the Milky Way. If you like, I could take you. It's just a lightyear and a day.” These lyrics, opening the song “Neverland” from Finding Neverland, are the exact words to describe theater at St. Mary’s High School.
Traditions are like a slinky, a slinky coils as it descends, completing the sequence with every step. Traditions are passed from generation to generation, each lesson, teaching, and extension of ourselves given to today’s youth. But rarely do we stop to think. Rarely do we stop to take the time and process the effects of the practices we endow. Rarely do we stop the slinky from falling to the next step.
During a rainy night at my mami’s childhood home, I sweat in the room that I’ve situated myself in just three weeks ago. I feel so large on the bed with its red sheets and deflated pillows, and the heat doesn’t help with that. Despite the whir of the fan desperately trying to keep me cool while I lie completely still, the humidity of Bonao – a city in the center of the Dominican Republic – surrounds me like an uncomfortable hug.
I am what you would call a cradle Catholic. Basic, I know. I was baptized at three months old. As a child, I went to church with my family every Sunday. I have attended Catholic school since the age of 4. When I was in second grade, I received my First Holy Communion. Once I did so, I became an altar server. I could recite nearly every Bible fact because I wanted to be the smartest in my class. I sang in the choir at Mass because I loved music and thought I had a beautiful voice. I was an altar server because my sisters did it before me and my friends with me. To be involved in church was not only our culture – it was cool. Faith and charity weren’t really reasons for my participation in church; I mainly did so to show off or entertain myself. I did believe in God, but I didn’t think of religion as a big deal.
“Hello, how might I help you?” says a person from the twenty-first century.
“Hi, I am Chistopher Colombus, and I am looking for Asia. Is this by any chance where it is? I am looking for many valuable treasures – many valuable treasures and fine objects, indeed.”
“I am sorry, sir, I do not understand what you are saying, but this is America.”