Rosedale East

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I'm Not Afraid of Myself: A Memoir by Human As I sit here, reflecting on my life, I am struck by one thing: I've spent most of it running away from myself. It's a peculiar sensation, this feeling of being afraid to be alone with your own thoughts, and yet, that's exactly what I've done for as long as I can remember. Growing up, my family was always on the move. We'd pack up our belongings, leave one town behind, and start fresh in another. It was a nomadic existence, and I often felt like a leaf blowing in the wind – unmoored and without direction. My parents were busy making ends meet, working multiple jobs to keep food on the table, and I was left to fend for myself. As I entered adulthood, this sense of disconnection only intensified. I began to feel like a ghost drifting through life, invisible and unnoticed. People would talk to me, but they didn't really see me. They'd ask how I was doing, but they weren't truly interested in the answer. It was as if I existed solely to fill a void, to provide a friendly face for them to encounter. I tried to fit in, to be the person others wanted me to be. I took on roles, wore masks, and pretended to be someone I'm not. But with each new disguise, I felt myself becoming more and more lost. I was living a lie, and it was eating away at my soul. One day, I hit rock bottom. I'd had enough of running, enough of pretending. It was time to confront the monster that had been lurking beneath the surface all along – myself. I started small, taking tiny steps towards self-discovery. I began to journal, to write down my thoughts and feelings without fear of judgment. It was liberating, this act of putting words to paper. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was being seen, truly seen. As I continued on this journey, I started to notice changes within myself. I became more confident, more self-assured. The masks I'd worn for so long began to fall away, revealing a person I never knew existed – a person who was strong, capable, and worthy of love. It's been a wild ride, this journey of self-discovery. There have been ups and downs, twists and turns. But through it all, I've learned one thing: I'm not afraid of myself. In fact, I'm rather proud of the person I'm becoming.