I feel like I am going insane right now abouts. I was talking with a new acquaintance today, and I came to saying that I think I am afraid of going back home to the US, after I’ve gone through so much development and transformation as I have this past year (with all the depression and life experiences and all here).
I really think that I am afraid of being myself as I know myself to be now. Or rather, … well… I’m afraid of being myself and being rejected, unwanted. However, I think I already deal with that in the first place, and I have for a good chunk of my life. So, that’s nothing new, then. Therefore, I can keep that same concern as always, and just be myself anyway. This way, I am fulfilled in who and how I am, and the people who do love me get to love me for who I truly am.
Sounds good to me. Let’s do this, banana.