Being myself?
This post is probably going to be corny as hell. I'll try for it not to be, but it probably still will. I realised something this week, something that started out with a bad night and a conversation with my parents. I won't lie, I've been having a long battle with a mood disorder, and bad nights like that happen a lot, sometimes it leads to my parents comforting me, sometimes it leads to fights. Both happen because they love me. But this night especially they gave me something valuable (they have probably said it before, but with depression, you're not always willing to listen and believe the people trying to be there for you throughout all of it). But my parents told me, they have not expectations from me, they just want me to be myself. I don't need to change, just be myself. And I cried back at them that I didn't know who that was. I've been thinking a lot, lately, about who I am and trying to find out who that person really is. I've slowly been...