How to: Mental Health Warrior
I am twenty-eight years old and I have finally leapt into my life. About time, right? Let me tell you how.
In accordance with plenty of stories that turn out great, it all started with a girl. It's the classic "I had to lose myself to find myself" journey wherein I invested all of myself into a love. Nothing happened the way I hoped it would so I chased and chased and chased trying to force it into existence because I believed it's what I deserved. However, I didn't. Because I pursued it so much, I basically hunted it to extinction, and when I didn't get what I was after, I was scorned. I let that hurt spill into her life and interfere with her growth. It reached a point where she threw who I was being into my face, and I needed that confrontation with myself. It was in the moment of our last interaction that I understood something: I had lost my way. I had ventured into another's story and forgot myself. I strayed from me.