Life is stressful life is difficult and we find amongst all the humdrum of daily setbacks and tribulations we often lose sight of who we are.
Usually with heightened anxiety, and deeply disturbing trials ,whether that be the loss of a loved one or a broken marriage or a failed relationship, and amid all that turbulence we often lose ourselves. We find ourselves questioning our right to life, why am I here, why do i make so many mistakes, whatever did i do wrong, I am lost in a maelstrom of despair.
I personally, all my life, have been a people pleaser, but that in turn has all but reduced me to despair, by clinging on to foolish hopes and dreams, to roads with no beginning and no end, except to be stuck in the middle, and i know quite well that i have lost 'me' in the process.
For someone who was so vibrant and now reduced to a blithering nervous wreck i am now to start that journey to rediscovering me, it is a long and arduous road, but a road i must take if i wish to find a resemblance of the previous 'me'.
In my case, for so long, I was cushioned from the harsh realities of life, but now living alone, I find myself dealing with things i never thought i would have to, and I lost 'me', and i so want to rediscover and find 'me'.