Something incredibly weird about growing up is how much easier bad thoughts go over for me all of a sudden.
Four years back i'd be posting almost daily about my agony hoping that somehow it would magically fix itself. Obviously it didn’t, it just made me feel worse and burn more bridges with people i wanted in my life.
The change is so weird, because i can distinctly remember the depressive thoughts i had back then, always feeling like they would never go over. But now? I'll just allow myself to feel bad for a day before going back to normal.
Growing up is so weird.