Eight years of being single.
A lot of things have come into light with me. From work, to my writing, to finally waking myself up. It took a while to figure it out, but I was finally able to get some answers. I was freaking out about it for the past year or so, and I didn't know what to think of it. I just took it in stride. It's one of those things you want to deny, but then, you start to accept it. With that being said, here's what I have discovered about myself.
This is gonna be a tough one.
I know I lot of people suffer from Insomnia. I'm one of them. Started when I was younger, I think I was about eight or nine. I found myself not being able to sleep, and when I did it I would only sleep for about three to four hours. I never understood why until I got older. I tried keeping a fan on at night, having the TV on, putting on a movie, even tried reading a book I didn't enjoy. But I kept finding myself not getting a full night sleep.
I've been single for a good eight years now and there's a reason for that. I guess you could say I wasn't really ready for a relationship, even though I've been in a few throughout high school, and in my early 20s. I always thought being in a relationship would make me happy. I was engaged at 20 and that was a rocky relationship. But I was young and dumb at the time. I wasn't in love with her. I was in love with the idea. But that's another story.
When I was younger, I didn't really enjoy writing as much as the next person. I did enjoy reading though. But, there was something about writing that just made me want to throw out the pen and paper. It could have been the hand cramps, or the topics in English class I never enjoyed. I was fourteen at the time. I wanted to hang out with my friends, play sports, go to the movies, just have a good time and have fun. That was until I started to daydream and had to get these ideas on paper.