Do y'all ever realize something you thought you felt wasn't that way at all? It's an odd feeling. Something that drove me for so long wasn't what it seemed. I'm better now after it, I think. I have other motivation sources. But learning it....it's still odd.
Looking back at myself is weird. I used to love writing, I thought. I do still. But it used to be a coping mechanism, an escape. Now it's for fun when I do it.