It has been seven years since I moved out on my own.

A lot has happened since then.

I’ve had to learn to grow and mature in my own way.

I also discovered who I really was.

And while it was a long detour to get where I am today.

It was definitely a learning experience.

I learned and grown since those rough days of meltdowns and rages.

I became more of the person I wanted to be.

I didn’t let others get to me or influence me to be who I wanted to be.

I learned about myself along the way.

Picked up a few friends along the way.

I’m still not done.

But I am in a better place than where I started.

There is only room for improvement.

But at least I am not the old miserable self that I once was.

I can love myself and love life for what it is.