An Open Letter To Myself

The past few days have been very challenging. There were a lot of unknowns and I am beginning to feel that I am headed nowhere. For someone who is easily bothered my uncertainty, I knew I was setting myself to craziness. At the same time, I just agree even if I know that a part of me is confused or a part of me doesn’t want to do what they want me to do. I am to blame sometimes why I am stuck on situations that I don’t want to be in. I guess, I really don’t know when to say “no.”

Growing up, I thought that I need to be the perfect daughter. I told myself I have to be different from my sister (not that she’s a bad daughter). I just need to give my parents a different experience. Here I am, 32 years later – still their daughter but far from perfect. I think my fear of disagreeing and not saying “no” has definitely bitten me in the ass, again.

I am tired. My personal life is complicated (for me it is). My work life is uncertain. I am just tired. I am fucking tired. There it is! I am tired.

I had a breakdown last Friday at a weird chair at the 6th floor of Uptown 2. I was talking to a friend when every single thing that is bothering me were overflowing. I knew I needed to let it out. I needed to feel the moment, I had to acknowledge that I am dealing with some pain.

I need to face this. I need to learn how to finally stop the cycle. I need to choose me this time. I can’t continue living a life that is dependent on other people’s dictatorship (exagge!) It won’t be easy. I know it won’t.