finally realized that I needed to stop making myself miserable. My twenties were all about experiencing growth and pain, making the same mistakes over and over again.
Finally, at the precipice of a breakup with who I thought was my be-all and end-all, I had to decide whether to go back and weather the instability of a familiar yet miserable relationship or jump headfirst, alone, into the unknown.Thankfully, I took my chances.
Alone, but not really.Twenty-nine will be the year I choose myself. It is the year I heal from the chaos, the pain, and the uncertainties.
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