When I was a kid I don’t remember having any problems just being myself. It wasn’t until I encountered some challenging circumstances when 19 that I first allowed myself to believe there was something wrong with me. After that it was work and my marriage that kept giving me reasons to not love myself.
I find it quite interesting that the worst decision I have ever made in my life is simply to not love who I am because of others.
Every horrific choice I have made ties back to that one moment when I first decided I was broken. I think it both sad and funny that the bad choices I have made in specific instances don’t outweigh that original fault. Not even my battle with addiction. Almost every bad choice occurred because of that first one.
I still struggle today to believe I’m ok, well, at least I do on my down cycles. I happen to be bipolar2, so I enter what I call god mode periodically lol. Outside of that cycle though, I see a world that doesn’t know how to handle me. I ...