I had that feeling a child and young adult. It was only since my breakdown that I realized that I am not a thing, growing is a possibility.
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I used to measure my growth with pencil marks on an asbestos duct that ran up the wall in my room. I moved away when I was about 12. That’s about when I stopped growing too. Got away from that asbestos, too.
I didn’t mean physical growth so much as I meant mental-emotional growth.
Me, too. I was trying to be poetic.
I never seem to notice growth in myself as much as I seem to notice growth in others.
I think I’m in stasis when someone will tell me I’ve grown.