In moments of loneliness, I’ve cried my heart out, but my capacity for emotional strength increased tenfold.
The struggles life throws at you are now struggles you have to face on your own and sometimes that’s really hard.
Your apartment is yours and nobody can take that away from you. No one else’s opinion matters, because you are the Lord and nobody rules above you (unless your new pet is a cat).
You’re freed of the terror of failing because you’ve already experienced it and it. Wasn’t. That. Bad.
Stop following the same path you’ve been on your whole life and create a new one. Push yourself and challenge yourself, don’t settle for a mediocre life because the world has so much more to offer you if you’re just willing to let it in and learn from it.
He’ll storm away, leaving me to hear the bitter words of, “I told you so,” by Anxiety and Depression once again.
This story will break your heart.
Maybe at one time it was truly a progressive and welcoming place, but that’s not what I found during my time living in the city.
The only good thing about remembering who you really are is that you get to choose what you can take back with you and what you can leave behind. You get to decide which parts are worth fighting for and which parts need to go.
The hardest part of living in another place is missing new life to say hello, and not being able to say goodbye at the end of a life.