Finding Peace After the Storm
Okay, it took me 13 months to finally admit it — yes, it was my fault. I had someone who truly wanted to be with me. He kept reassuring me, but I wasn’t mature or emotionally equipped enough to handle the anxieties that come with being in a relationship. Unfortunately, I lost that person, but I guess that’s life — you live and you learn. The funny thing is, I’ve watched so many dating reality shows, you’d think I’d know better. You’d think I’d understand things more, handle things better. But it was my first relationship — and probably my only one — and I failed miserably. I was anxious all the time, and it turned into a disaster. On the bright side, I’m proud of how far I’ve come. I’m working, going to school, and taking care of my health. I’m looking forward to graduating, seeing my family, and learning about biology, history, evolution, and physics. I’m genuinely excited for the future in so many ways. This — losing that person — is really the only thing that still makes me sad. But...