Truth Hurts
During this time of social distancing and solitude, I have been thinking a lot. This is both good and bad. I have been thinking a lot about the person I am, who I want to become, and if she is good enough. Do people like her? Will she be able to achieve her dreams? Is she a “good” person? And then the anxiety comes. Sometimes it comes in waves and then sometimes it’s a truckload. These thoughts have no foundation. Yet, I feel like I am surrounded by four walls that cannot be torn down. I want them to crumble to the ground, but how do you do that from standing on the inside? Each wall symbolizes a different area in life-based on relationships: family, friends, myself, and romantic interests. The walls are more of an identity crisis than anything. It’s my lack of confidence in many relationships that keep them up. I’m never really sure if the people in my life want to be there. I put up walls so that I do not get hurt, but it happens anyway. It’s the relationship with myself that gets ...