On May 15th, I turned 37.
It was a pretty good day. I went out for lunch with my Mom and she got me a Kindle for my birthday. I was taken out for supper with Hubby and the kids; we went to Pizza Delight and it was good. I chilled and didn't do much of anything most of the day.
As I turned 37 I realized that I have spent nearly 37 years trying to make everyone happy except for myself. No, it's not the first time I had that realization. I've had it many times, especially over the last year. But it was like now, in the 38th year of my life, I am finally going to be living the life I always wanted to live. A life where I am happy.
The past year has been one of the hardest years of my life because I had to break away from things that were very deeply rooted in me but were not nurturing me. I have had to overcome OCD, anxiety and other mental health issues caused by trying to make others happy but were slowly killing me inside. I learned to love myself and accept the person that I am.
Most importantly, I learned other people don't care as much as I always thought they did. Period.
I hope to chronicle some of what I've been through here. It is a journey, one I am still on. One that will probably take the rest of my life :)
