I’m both scared and excited over me finally leaving my current job. Some part of me is telling me I’m being selfish and irresponsible and another piece of me is breathing, filling his lungs with good feelings. I feel like I’m finally doing something for myself and that my life actually matters. The constant anxiety and depression working here brought me, even though it was for a short time, will be finally lifted off my chest and I will be able to do what I like and go back to school do make up artistry.
One step at a time. This morning I felt like I couldn’t breathe, now I cant be excited enough.