Opinion
Finding myself
This past summer was particularly difficult on my mental and emotional health. I was so attached to him that my emotions were dictated by his falling short of promises and distancing himself more and more. Most days I was on the verge of tears. Then he decided to end the relationship on his own. School had just started. And I was expected to pick myself up and continue on like nothing happened. Just like always. I made the decision to get help from others. I wanted to love myself again. I wanted to live for myself and not another person. I wanted my feelings to be acknowledged, not repressed. I wanted myself back. And now I have that.
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