With my birthday, comes the very rare past memories. Each year I feel like I kind of put the last on
With my birthday, comes the very rare past memories. Each year I feel like I kind of put the last one behind me and suppress it. But as I’m progressing and becoming more and more authentically me, I realize that the parts that hurt too much, or those you really don’t want to remember, are the ones that you absolutely need to analyze, as they’ll make you achieve immense growth within yourself. This picture is different, though, as it represents my growth to me, yet I still love both worlds. I am in such an amazing place with myself and with the world compared to how I was in the left picture and sometimes you have to look back just to see the insane development you’ve made, and the effort you’ve put into it. It was no easy task, but I’m so proud of myself for becoming who I am today, and who I’ll be tomorrow. Truly. And I wish this feeling upon every single one of you. I wasn’t given anything, this was me ripping myself open and stitching myself back again. I died and resurrected. For that I truly am proud of myself and can wish myself a happy birthday (even if every day is a rebirth of some sort for me). Now just to get comfortable around people again instead of resorting back to my socially awkward self :P -- source link
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