How would your life be different if you felt comfortable being yourself at all times?
I would probably be living in Maine already, surrounded by cats and a published author. I allowed far too many people to tell me what I should or should not have done. And like an idiot, I listened because I thought they had my best interest at heart, but instead, they were just being incredibly selfish.
It hasn’t been all bad though. I’ve had brief periods of my life where I was in complete control and was comfortable being me. I just wish I had been vigilant and focused throughout my life and hadn’t paid attention to others’ influences. I allowed the words of the naysayers to cloud my own judgement. And once mental illness began to manifest, I allowed it to consume me as well.
I think I would have had a pretty idyllic life if I’d been completely comfortable being myself. I knew what my end game was at an early age – get a PhD, teach college, and write. I almost made it.