There came a point in my life where I felt so unhappy, trapped, and confused. I was at a complete standstill with no motivation to push through and overcome the obstacles or people that stood in my path. I remember laying in my bed one night and thinking to myself “This is it, this is what growing older is like. I’m confined to my misery and there’s no escaping it.” I used to be the happiest person ever. I was constantly laughing, smiling, sad for the days to end, but always excited for a new day to start. And throughout the years I slowly let that person slip away from me, but I don’t even remember it happening. I guess life’s a bitch like that though, huh? Shit just happens. Heartaches, family dying, losing friends, work, all of that and everything in-between. It slowly eats away at us and we just wake up one day, and all of our happiness is gone. I didn’t want that to happen to me, I didn’t want to be that person. So eventually I noticed how unhappy I was, but I never thought I was brave enough to do something about it. One day I finally became sick and tired of being sick and tired, so I packed my bags, put my shit in my car, and I left. I didn’t know what I was doing or what was going to happen, but I knew had to leave. I told my self it’ll be alright, because everything is always alright in the end. And you know what? With my long list of all the shitty decisions that I’ve made in my life, leaving Illinois was hands down the best decision that I’ve ever made.
I am happy and I can breathe,
I found myself again.