I can’t remember when it happened, but one day I changed.
For most of my life, I’ve felt like a black sheep. When I was younger, I was a good student. Despite my undiagnosed learning disability and living with depression and panic I managed to get into (and graduate from) New York University with a decent GPA.
Still, I wasn’t able to find a career and had a difficult time staying in anything that remotely resembled an office job.
I spent my 20s feeling like a failure.
I believed I was worthless.
I believed that I would never succeed.
One day that changed.
Something snapped.
I stopped hating myself.
And I started loving myself.
I started to see the good…
and embrace that maybe…
I had something to give the world.
Yes, there will be days of self doubt, but…
in remembering to love who I am, I am able to truly love other people…
and…
I am realizing that…
this black sheep isn’t so bad…
she is just learning…
to be herself…
and who that person is…
deserves to be loved.
