Note to Self

The world is filled with happy places, but sometimes I forget to look for them or fail to see that I’m already in a happy place.

sometimes even the worst dreams are better than this reality

be in touch with reality but always allow yourself to fall into fantasy

what it felt like to be you, at the age you are now. It hurts to think so poorly of yourself, doesn’t it? You start to believe yourself, allowing the sadness to eat away at you from the inside until you’re a hollowed-out shell. I wish I could take those thoughts away from you, but I think the mind needs to know its weaknesses before it can appreciate its strengths.
Please know that being “different” is okay. Your unique qualities—which you don’t appreciate yet—will be your source of greatness in the future. They make you who you are for the better, not the worst. Please trust me when I say that you’re built in a special way, but that doesn’t make you broken, worthless, or expendable. It makes you, you. And that’s wonderful. Believe in yourself

Your brain might frequently speak with uncertainty, but your heart will lead you to your truth.

With age comes responsibility, and with responsibility comes an acceptance of uncertainty,

a true understanding of myself.

The mind seeks clarity, but our souls prefer to wander into ambiguity.

Each and every one of us experiences the human condition. That is our great equalizer, our common ground, our reason for empathy. We live in a curative space of perfection, especially in today’s world. I’m not happy a lot of the time, and I feel shame about that. It’s been hard for me to find another open soul to confide in and relate my story to. Until now, perhaps. This one is for you. But, more importantly, this one is for me.

if you allow me to dive deeper, you’ll see that I, like everyone else, struggle. I’m imperfect. Flawed. Damaged and broken at times. But human. And I try to embrace this existence for what it is: a beautiful mess.