I grew up having other people make decisions for me and I’ve always relied on other people to depend on; all the while, rebelling whenever I could for no real reason at all- maybe to test my own limits and see how strong and independent I can be. For as long as I can remember, I’ve never been my own person. Even now, I’m still as indecisive and lost as I’ve ever been. I find myself running in circles, trying to find myself… as repetitive as that sounds. I’m finding it so incredibly hard to be strong for myself, with no one to impress but myself.
There’s things I know I’m capable of and there’s things I pretend to be capable of. More often than not, I get the line between the two gets a little blurry and I end up spiraling back to square one.
But I am capable.
And I am strong.
And though I am not fond of time and how it taunts me, I’ve got all the time in the world.
I just have to remember that I’m doing this for me. Me and only me.
Because I deserve it.