I am you.

Hello again everyone! I just have to extend a heartfelt thank you to everyone who has started to follow my writings & to those who shared my last post. In my first post, I told everyone a little bit about myself. Well, I know some of you all are wondering who I actually am, beyond the brief synopsis. The answer to that question is quite simple. I am you.

I’m the girl who has made mistakes & lived in regret for a time. The girl that once thought that I could never be loved because of those mistakes. I’m the girl who has lived in depression & who once struggled with self-harm. The girl who has been talked about and degraded behind closed doors. I’m the girl who felt worthless. The girl who once felt unlovable. I’m the girl who once thought about ending her time on this earth early. The girl who once pretended everything was okay when in all reality, my world felt like it was falling apart. I’m the girl who sometimes lets life stress her out, yes, the girl who deals with anxiety. The girl who had her heart broken into a thousand pieces. I’m the girl who was unhealthy. The girl who felt insecure. The girl who couldn’t figure out what she wanted and at times still isn’t sure about which path to take. I’m the girl who wanted to give up. The girl who overthought way too much. I’m the girl who let fear engross her entire being. The girl who never thought she would get married. The girl who sometimes get stressed out about things I cannot control. The girl who has dealt with very strong narcissistic personalities.

There are so many other reasons why you and I are the same person, because I can wager that you and I can relate to each another on one or more of the things said above. Maybe our stories aren’t identical, they’re not supposed to be. But, never think you are alone in this world. Because you aren’t, even if it feels like it some days.

The reason I wrote this post is because sometimes we all need to hear that we’re not alone. I’m not ashamed of my story, it’s what made me who I am. Know that I’m not perfect, far from it. But, each day I am being shaped into the person I’m supposed to be.

Until next time….



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