I felt depressed for the past few weeks. I was ripped to shreds and have been left trying to rebuild my self-esteem ever since. After building up one’s confidence for so long, one doesn’t really expect the rug to be pulled out from underneath and topple one’s entire self to the point of feeling more directionless and purposeless than ever. But I’m getting better. I’m taking small steps and ending toxic, non-reciprocal relationships. Although it’s taken awhile, I’m beginning to see the difference between being selfish and treating myself respectfully by doing what I want without having to worry about others. Of course there’s a fine line, but I hope to tread it softly whilst carrying a big stick.
It’s been finally proven that I’m a loner in the majority of things I do. I am a one-man Wolfpack with the heart of a lion. Metaphor, simile, blunt truism that’s cliché by now. I’m over my being the loner. It happens. I’ll keep going.