I rambled on for a bit about recovery, where I'd been, where I've gotten to...and, about 10 minutes after I left, I found the words that I'd meant to say.
I talked about how life was easier, fabulous, etc. In actuality though, it's not necessarily easier or more fabulous - rather just different. Instead of worrying about weight, calories, secrets, etc., I'm finally worrying about normal 21 year old stuff.
I focus on:
- school stress
- why that one boy didn't call
- how to make more money
- when to take the GRE and how to study
- which restaurant or club to go to
- pros and cons of roommates
I'm in a place where my stressors and hardships are normal...relatable...and dealable. After being through the hell I have, I know that pretty much anything is manageable - as shitty as it might feel at the time.
I guess you could say I'm grateful for my worries in a weird, twisted way.
...Never thought I'd say that though...hah.
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