In my early 20’s I was so desperate for attention and love and looking in all the wrong places. I had a good relationship that I ruined because of my hypersexuality, I gave up on a relationship to go on another with a guy that abused me probably because I felt I deserved it I don’t know.
From my 20th birthday to my 27th I was depressed, manic and crazy.
Not counting the psychotic break, I was a mess. Anoretic, starved myself to fit in societies beauty standards. Having sexual encounters that lead to nowhere, having a terrible relationship with my family, abusing drugs and alcohol, squating houses to live, burrying myself in debt, flaky friendships, attempting to commit suicide.
Then I tried to pull my ■■■■ together and ended up working yes, but batshit crazy lol
The funny thing is, I only regret the abusive relationship, I don’t regret the rest. My experiences made me who I am and I like myself now. Even with sza.
It’s part of me and I’m learning how to live with it day by day. I tried giving up but that wasn’t for me, all I can think now is how foolish I was to believe in all the depressive thoughts, and how much more positive life is than I thought it was.
I’m back on track and I’m proud of myself.