It has been exactly one year when I had decided to leave home.
I admit it wasn’t an easy thing to do at that point in time but then I’ve had enough of always trying to conform just to appease other people’s whims.
“So, what about me? ” My inner voice said in retort.
I just took the plunge. I had less resources with me at that moment & was actually scared of what I was about to do. But then I did it. To hell with everything, I just wanted to be free!
Free to decide for myself. Free to express myself . Free to do whatever I’ve always wanted to do. Free to be me!
So you think I won’t survive, didn’t you?
The moment I left, it felt like a part of me just died and was reborn to be a stronger version of myself.
Everything happened so fast.
From zero to hero.
It’s like the universe finally decided to give me my birthright. Opportunities opened up from the moment I decided to let go of my old life. New learnings, new friends and family, a fresh start… I couldn’t ask for more. I strayed from the drama that used to be me and viola! Here I am now: happy, wiser, and empowered.
So cheers to the people who used to make my life a mess. Without you I wouldn’t be able to understand my worth.
I’ve lived my life like a masochist
Hearing my father say,
‘Told you so, told you so!
Why can’t you be like the other girls?’
I said, ‘Oh no, that’s not me
And I don’t think that it’ll ever be’