I have left my heart in so many places.
A year ago, on my 24th birthday, I spent about 48 hours straight just crying. It was the lowest I think I’ve ever been in my life. I felt unstable, lost, lonely, broken, and hopeless.
This year, I have realized after a lot of thought, that I can genuinely say I am in such a different place. Of course, it took a year of hard work, therapy, change, and help from a lot of amazing people, but I’m here and I couldn’t be more grateful.
For the first time in so long, I feel both happy and optimistic.
I’ve recently realized that, although I may have lost my childhood home (and to some extent, one of my parents too) and a lot of the stability that comes with that safety net, I have gained so much in the process.
I have left a part of my heart in so many beautiful places.
I may not have my first house anymore, but I’m starting to understand that my real “home” is scattered all over the country, and that is even better.
Here’s to 25 and all that is to come