I’ve been feeling lost. Empty. Disconnected from myself. I’ve wrapped so much of my life into what I think others want me to be, that I can’t separate myself from the lies I’ve told myself and believed.
That probably doesn’t make much sense at all.
I live in such fear of rejection, that I avoid it like the plague. Always have. I feel like as the days, weeks, months, years go by, I always will.
I need to put my foot down.
I’m ready and willing.
It’s not going to be easy.
I’m scared to death.