Of my self, that is. It's a very personal journey that I have recently embarked on. Someplace along the line, I seem to have lost my self, forgotten who I am, lost my way. I am finally starting to feel like I know who I am again. Or maybe it's for the first time. I'm not really sure yet. I feel better than I ever have. I feel balanced, under control, happy and comfortable with my self. I"m finding the more I work on myself, the better I feel.
I finally have drive, ambition and desire. Things I've seemed to lack my entire life. I've always been a bit of a floater, wandering through life. Now, I feel somewhat in control of my life, my future and my surroundings. For the first time in my life, I feel like I am going to succeed. Things don't feel totally overwhelming any more. I don't feel hopeless, useless and depressed.
I thought for years that I had everything under control, that I didn't need any help, or any meds. How wrong I was. My two months of flipping out was the hardest thing I've endured in life. I would never wish in on anyone, or ever care to repeat it. However, it was a huge catalyst in my life and finally motivated me to get the help I so badly needed.
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