As the days turned to weeks those around me began noticing a change i did not. I was still miserable and broken, there was no pink cloud. God was truly doing for me what i could not do for myself.
Those people however then began to create chaos, because that was my role and without it they were uncomfortable. None of it was malicious.
As those weeks turned to months, months turned to years i found my serenity, uncomfortable as it was at first, as uncomfortable as it still can be at times.
To sit and realize, i have no problem in the world, this feels wrong.
Today, those fleeting moments of serenity have a turned to fleeting moments of chaos. Life is far from perfect (secret, noones is no matter how much money, how amazing the parents, house, instagram looks) All humans feel the same feelings and have their own traumas. When i stopped comparing and starting looking st the similarities the poor me attitude left me, the fear left soon after.
