4.25 years ago, I woke up. I finally admitted to myself and a friend that I was dangerously depressed, miserable, and stuck. Within 24 hours, my life simply aligned for me to pack and leave in 10 days.
Within those 10 days, I spoke to my parents. I told them I was leaving college, tried to explain how miserable I was. I was told I had 6 months to find my soul and figure my life out, and to be back in school (which they weren't paying for. I was working 5 jobs and going to school full-time with PTSD symptoms running rampant (I hadn't realized the PTSD part yet). I was told my name meant nothing without "those letters" (my degree) after my name.
1.75 years ago, I met an amazing man. We fell in love.
1.5 years ago I left my job to work for myself, run my own business. It was a big risk, but I had a plan. And I luckily soon realized what amazing people surrounded me who helped my business grow and thrive. I turned a profit in the first month.
1 year ago I started therapy. The stress of my first real, long-term relationship mixed with owning a small business, a stream of crazy roommates, etc left me stretched as far as I could go. And I'm now very glad I did. I didn't realize how much I hadn't faced (or had the time/space to face) about my past abuse and sexual assault.
Today: I filed my taxes. I am a successful business owner. My business is growing. I am happy. I'm still working on many issues... but my future is starting, is getting brighter every day.
Within those 10 days, I spoke to my parents. I told them I was leaving college, tried to explain how miserable I was. I was told I had 6 months to find my soul and figure my life out, and to be back in school (which they weren't paying for. I was working 5 jobs and going to school full-time with PTSD symptoms running rampant (I hadn't realized the PTSD part yet). I was told my name meant nothing without "those letters" (my degree) after my name.
1.75 years ago, I met an amazing man. We fell in love.
1.5 years ago I left my job to work for myself, run my own business. It was a big risk, but I had a plan. And I luckily soon realized what amazing people surrounded me who helped my business grow and thrive. I turned a profit in the first month.
1 year ago I started therapy. The stress of my first real, long-term relationship mixed with owning a small business, a stream of crazy roommates, etc left me stretched as far as I could go. And I'm now very glad I did. I didn't realize how much I hadn't faced (or had the time/space to face) about my past abuse and sexual assault.
Today: I filed my taxes. I am a successful business owner. My business is growing. I am happy. I'm still working on many issues... but my future is starting, is getting brighter every day.
