Autumn, the time of beginning for me, every year before my birthday I like to see in retrospect what I did on my way to my next anniversary, this year I turn 25, which means that I will begin my tour of the quarter centenary.
A really important event, because everyone says that after 25 years you don't see anything the same way anymore.
Let's see, this year has been difficult for me, with challenges in my mental health, fortunately I have managed to overcome the obstacles, I've stumbled into the adventure of being myself, of loving, accepting, valuing and above all of knowing myself. I've learned not to be so hard on myself, to feel sorry for myself.
But not everything was bad, I really could grow in my professional training, between courses, workshops and challenges I have not stopped working, for which I have felt very grateful. I have met wonderful people who have made every day count as unique and unrepeatable.
My family has supported me a lot, I thank God because despite the distance, I feel that my relationship with my sisters has improved a lot, as well as with my mother, something else to emphasize.
If I were asked to describe my 24th birthday in one word, I would say: Rendezvous. It has been a long way to find myself, rediscover my beliefs, accept my values, strengthen my interpersonal relationships and above all to embrace everything I am without fear of criticism from others.
Of course I am not completely "recovered", self-esteem and self-care are aspects that we must continue to cultivate and nurture day by day and I am willing to put everything of my being to continue this adventure and share it with you to help you if you have gone through the same as me.
For me, writing to you is a way to establish a dialogue about the mental health issue that is greatly underestimated, I'm planning to tell you in detail how I managed to get out of the hole I myself got myself into. So let me know in the comments if you would be interested or not and tell me, what do you usually do when your birthday is coming up?
Bisous,