Four years. Thats how long it has been. Ive come a long way in that time. I had a misdiagnosed bipolar disorder. I had anger management issues. I had anxiety and OCD. I used to be sheltered, sad, or outright miserable almost every day. My head would be on a desk, and if it wasnt, then I would have been sad or pissed off about something. It was a time where sadness overtook the compassion I had for the world, and it wasnt something that I could just instantly snap out of. And I didnt. It was gradual. I started caring more about myself and about others, and I started making more friends who wanted to be around me for who I was, rather than out of pity. Its just been a constant venture of trying to become a better person. And, I can say, that I may have reached that smiley, happy, kind, caring, and grateful state of existence that myself four years ago would have only dreamed of. At the end of the day, I changed because I wanted to. I did everything in the best interest of myself as a human being. Whatever comments or praise I received from anyone were secondary, and Ive come to know that following your own heart will always leave you in a better place than following someone elses. And knowing that has allowed me to be happier than I ever imagined possible.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 05:06:07 +0000
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