In five years, I cannot really think of one thing I have accomplished. I have been set back in many ways, partly because of chasing this midwifery dream, the other things, I probably will not write about on this blog any time soon. I just want to disappear. RUN! I want to go where nobody knows my name, nor do they give a shit. Where people will just talk to me if they feel the need without asking me my entire background. It is hard for me to lie. The stories just start a-coming. Then, they know too much and I have to spend the rest of my time dodging them not to show my face.
And my parents...I've spent all these years hoping they would understand me, relate to me, respect my decisions, see where I am coming from. And it has never happened yet. I spoke to a counselor one time within the past 6 months and you know what he said,
FUCK MY PARENTS!
Okay, so he didn't really say that. He was telling me about some celebrity or millionaire who said his one best piece of advice was TO STOP LISTENING TO EVERYONE.
I can only do me. I don't know how to do anyone else and if that makes me look mentally ill then gawddamnit then it is what it is. Strangely, the worst times in my life have been when I have been under people: my parents and my long term partner.
Let an overseas opportunity fall in my lap and I will take it and no one here will ever see me again.
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