Diana Reader

I'd really like you to read this whole post.  For no other reason than it might just resonate with you, and you might take action.  If nothing else, I'm reaching out because I know I can't do this alone. I never knew my medical microbio class would have such a strong impact on my life.  The professor is amazing, so incredibly relatable, forward in his thinking, down-to-earth, and passionately inspired by a few people he has shared with us, changing my life as well. We've been reading a book called Mountains Beyond Mountains .  It's about a man, Paul Farmer, who begins his medical degree at Harvard while simultaneously practicing medicine in Haiti.  He basically taught himself medicine through practice and flew back to school to take his exams.  It's an incredible story, and one well worth the read.  This man, this wonderful man, truly understand what it means to say that no life is less valuable than another.  He dedicates his life to helping ...

There's so much I have to say.  So, here goes everything. I stopped at the graveyard today.  Impulsively.  I was driving home from the store when a song came on from Tenth Avenue North, and I totally lost it.  I haven't cried in a long time.  It's really weird, I used to cry almost every night, but since last year, I just don't cry much.  Today though, today it all broke free. It wasn't one thing that hit me, but a thousand things.  I've been resisting the want to call certain people because I know I need to let go.  The strength of that is draining.  I've been studying and worrying about classes and life after school.  The stress of that is draining.  I'm sure you all have your own stresses and strength drainers in life; today was a mix of everything. I pulled into the graveyard and just cried.  I cried for all the people who were buried here, their earthly life over.  I cried for those who may not have kn...

I've been really stressed lately.  Like, really stressed.  Beyond what I was hoping for, and then some.  The strange thing is, I've been busier. It's not so much about the things I have to do (although that is a big part of it) but it seems to be more about my life. Have you ever felt anxious/nervous/stressed and you feel so overwhelmed you don't know where to begin? Granted, this week I have three more exams this week, sometimes I feel like finals week is every other week for me.  Not such a great thing for a girl who likes to be prepared and study a lot, yet is so drained from trying to reach perfection. Perfection is a strange concept, we strive for it, yet it is something we will never achieve.  When do you decide that where you are is acceptable?  When do you stop reaching for something you'll never achieve?  How do you let go of a desire to be all that is expected of you and more? I think wanting to reach perfection is more about the de...

Restless. Have you ever felt that way? Hungry.  Starved.  Empty. Unsettled . For awhile I've felt hungry.  Hungry for something.  Anxious for something.  Nervous, excited, apprehensive, scared, for something. For what? I'm not sure.  Or maybe I am.  Have you ever been so anxious about something in your life, that all of your focus is distracted and your attention to other things has lost it's meaning?  That's how I feel sometimes.  Most of the time.  The problem is, I'm not totally convinced I know what to do about it, or how to start. You see, I want to serve.  I want to get out of the box I have set for myself and do something extraordinary.  Incredible.  Unconventional.  I want to live the life of Christ I was meant to live.  I want to live with people who have nothing, those who are in need of everything, those who yearn for love, food, warmth, and acceptance.  I want to teach them about Ch...