At some point in everyone's life, you experience being lost
and not knowing who you really are or are meant to be. Especially as a young
adult where you are still growing and learning. But I am really frustrated with
how little I seem to know myself these days. My life for years has changed over
and over again. Bear with me for a minute while I give some backstory. Back in
2018, I moved schools. My great aunt whom I was close to and lived with us
moved into a nursing home. Then start of 2020, I left school. A month or two
later, not only did lockdown begin but 2 people (my brother's girlfriend and my
other brother's 16yo friend who was running away from an abusive household)
moved in with my family. In May 2020, my great aunt passed away which was
heartbreaking because I hadn't seen her for months due to covid. Since 2018, it
feels my life has changed a million little times. People have left, things have
been lost, etc. In the past couple months alone, I've started tafe, I'm
drifting from friends and our house is going through renovation. Change is good
sometimes. Change is a necessary part of life. But it's easier to go through
those changing seasons when you have something to hold onto. Anything. It could
be your family, your friends, something comforting like a hobby or an activity.
Usually, it is yourself that you can count on to stay strong during hard times.
But my life has changed so many times, I don't think I know who I am anymore. I
feel so at war with myself constantly. I feel like I've been through so much
and it weighs 1000 pounds on my shoulders. I feel like I've sabotaged most of
the friendships I've been in, because I become distant when I’m struggling. I
don’t really know how to talk to people anymore, how to even talk to my friends
and express to them how lost I feel and how sorry I am that I’m not there enough
for them. It is so hard to be there for other people when I’m not even there
for myself. I feel so out of place in where I live and the people surrounding
me. I’m 18. Everyone’s clubbing, partying, and partaking in stuff I want no
part of. Home is barely a comfortable place for me anymore, everything’s always
changing, and I feel like every time something changes in my life, I lose
another little piece of myself. I know there’s a way to stop it. I know there’s
a way to find myself, a version of me who’s strong, happy, and really living
her life, but I feel so stuck and trapped in the series of unfortunate events
that is my life rn.