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.