Most of the time I have so many ideas running through my head, that I just don’t know who the hell I am. Am I the girl who is still on that gap year from 2014? Am I the girl that still wants to travel the world? Or am I the girl that just wants to buy a house and settle down?
I guess this is just a rambling post – seeing as it’s Mental Health Awareness week and I am riddled with anxiety, unsure of my next move. Although I can tell a few success stories – it doesn’t seem to weigh out the one big failure in my life. When you fail at a job which you are so confidentially going to thrive in, it’s pretty tough to move on from that. This is pretty much where my anxiety all began. I failed at my role and now I am too scared to leave my comfort zone. Baring in mind it took me over 14 months to find comfort after that completely.
So where do I go from here?
Do I start from the beginning all over again or do I just continue as normal? In my head things make sense if I was 4 years younger than I am now. Surely I should have grown out of these ridiculous, unrealistic scenarios. But progress feels so far in the distance that I can’t even see it.
To be continued…
A 23 year old from the Midlands, always looking to escape her hometown for an adventure.