I just realized, but sometime in between the time I left for Italy and now I actually feel normal again. Well, not exactly “normal,” but a better normal. I know that might sound weird, but for almost two years I hadn’t felt right. I didn’t feel like myself at all. I wasn’t having fun when I went out. It’s hard to explain, but it’s almost like I was trapped in this bubble. I felt like I wasn’t me. And somehow in between Italy and now that went away.
I know all of this probably makes no sense, but I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m happy. Not to say I wasn’t happy before. It’s a different kind of happy. I feel like I’m in control again.
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