I have so much I want from the world, from myself. This is the stage of life where I’m meant to actualize myself and when I don’t, it can be discouraging.
When I visited an elderly relative of mine recently, it put my life in perspective.
I have energy. I have physical ability, mental capacity. The beauty of youth.
Maybe I’m not so helpless as I feel sometimes.
Maybe I don’t know what real depression and struggle looks like.
And maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on myself.