Follow my blog with Bloglovin The fourth month of 2018 – I guess time really knows how to fly! To me, this year had a less-than-ideal beginning. I was, and still am dealing with quite a few mental and emotional speedbumps. It took me months of mental agony, self-loathing, and self-doubt to accept that I am going through something that cannot be ignored anymore and something that cannot be addressed in just a day or two. Thus began the first steps towards healing.
I hope you’re not one of those feminists!
I’ve always had a not-very-uncommon outlook at life. Growing up, I’ve always wanted to be fiercely independent, paying my own bills, repairing my own TV, fixing my own mess and the like. I’ve always wanted to be the best in any room – the smartest, the funniest, and the one who everyone would want to talk to. Add to this, I grew accustomed to a certain lifestyle, one that was only fuelled by my desire to make my purchases, big ticket or small, without taking a peek at the price tag. Like I said – a not-very-uncommon outlook.
“We’re all mad here.” – Cheshire Cat, Alice in Wonderland
For most of my life, I used to consider myself lucky. I’ve had a beautiful childhood, doting parents who have given me the liberty to make my own mistakes, an amazing environment where I can mingle around with whoever I pleased, the freedom to date whoever I want to and, the most important of all, an education. I had never, and have never, taken my privileges for granted. Until recently; I began to think – Lucky? Why did I consider myself lucky? Isn’t all this what I am supposed to be receiving anyway?