In my 18 years of existence, I’ve had an ordinary life with extraordinary moments, the most magical of moments being those where I’ve been able to help the people around me with my gift of empathy.
It can be both a blessing and a curse, to feel so strongly and not just your own emotions, but also those of the people around you. Some days I have trouble moving forward because everyone’s energies weigh down on me. Some days I feel happy and rejuvenated. It’s kind of hard, being dependent on the people around you because of how much you feel, but I’m learning to take control.
I am learning to think for myself after a lifetime of being told what decisions to make and what would be best for me. I am finally reacquainting myself with who I am, and I hope to prove to myself and everyone else that I myself know what is best for me.
I am trying to not be afraid of failure and that it is okay to make mistakes. I am trying not to do everything so perfectly. I am trying to take risks.
I am trying.
I hope someday I look back to these days and am proud of myself for coming so far, even though it all seems impossible right now.
And I hope I continue to help people and am someday content with the life I chose for myself.