Before this year, I never felt like a ‘normal’ person. I was anxiously attached. I was ashamed of myself. In truth, I was scared of myself — the raw, rough parts of me. My emotions controlled me.
For complex reasons, I met and chose people who didn’t and couldn’t appreciate me. They lacked empathy and emotional depth — they made me feel even more misunderstood and less normal. I was miserable. I was in pain every day.
But then everything changed. I’ve never been happier now.
You know why? Because, at one point along the way, I decided so. It’s that simple.
I often thought of my twenties as a car ride.
For a long time, I kept exploring random roads and wanted to see where it took me. Those strange roads were bumpy and dangerous. Now and then, I got into accidents. One day, the crash was so horrific that I had to take a hard look at my choices. “What if it was too late to turn around?”, the thought startled me. I realised the bruises weren’t worth it. I’d learned what I needed to learn and I’d found the missing pieces of me, often right in the boot of my car.
So I turned around.
I reclaimed my power. I stopped leaving my future to chances. I took the matters into my own hands. I got myself back on track. I drove straight this time.
