Everybody has a story

Everybody has a story

Every life has a purpose

Every Human has a soul

Throughout the years, I have questioned the very nature of my life; I have had ups, downs, sideways-es. But one thing remained crystal clear, something was missing, something was incomplete, something was off.

Many of you now know what’s coming.

I have, for most of my life, been told, nay forced into a box by society, a box whose walls do not allow light in, only darkness.

I have hidden, willingly in that box in an effort to conform, to hope that one day, the misery would end, and that I would become the box, making myself the prison, becoming one with it, but I failed.

I failed, not because I am too weak, but because I am too strong and too stubborn.

I refuse to be a prisoner, I refuse to be a captive, when the only jailer is me. I refuse to miserable and angry. I refuse to be sidelined, abused and tortured.

In many ways, I wish I had the strength to do this earlier, but I didn’t. And as such, I prolonged my self-hatred, my self-destruction, and my misery.

We must all follow our own paths, we must, in a way produce the best environment that we can for ourselves, our family, and the world around us.

We can be true to ourselves, even if it means losing some of the people you hold most dear. But as Humans, we are creatures that crave love, and if we don’t love ourselves, we deserve no love in return.

During the next few months, you will see the changes that I have fought so hard to make, the risks taken, and dangers accepted.

For all my friends who have stayed by my side, I will love you always, I will be the best person I can be, I hope to be worthy of your friendship as I continue on this journey of life.