Something a good friend said to me has been staring me in the face since. She asked when am I going to be done with searching for myself. The truth is I don’t know. I don’t think that I have found myself. I think of myself as in limbo. Like I my self doesn’t come out a lot or that I am not that comfortable with the real me. I think accepting myself is the thing I need to work on.
For so long I have been typing about the same things, it’s a vicious cycle. Stop. Something has to change. Something has to be different, I cannot be living this live six months from now. No I can’t. I wouldn’t do that to myself.
So I am going to try new things and live. Live life the way that I want to live it. I think I have been in a funk because I am afraid to live. I am afraid something might happen to me, I might die. But it’s guaranteed that I am going to die. So why not live life to the fullest of my ability. Why am I sacrificing myself for fear?
