I don’t really sleep much these nights. Not what most would call sleep at least. Something has consumed my psyche and manifests itself even in my dreams. It’s not necessarily a bad thing; in fact, it is probably one of the best things in my life right now. But I analyze so much. I create so many false situations in my mind.

I have to learn to relax. The traces of my early teenage depression emerge every now and then in the form of anxiety and worry. No matter how much more optimistic and carefree I’ve become since then, there is still that part of my life and being that will stay with me. I didn’t bury it. I just acknowledged it, understood it, and moved on with a new outlook on life. It’s made me who I am today, for better or worse.

But I’m overjoyed at this new adventure. I’m learning so much right now about myself and others. Sure, there are hurdles to cross, but it’s always worth it afterwards.

I could never have predicted this.