In the past it was just complaining about things that were happening around, fear of the future, uncertainty and what was to come, reminiscing about the past and who I used to be, the good times I used to have.
And now looking back, I put my finger on the spot that was probably a turning point for me. The first time I realised that there's no going back, being out of control, and it being completely not about me. I think something in me broke that day, and I really don't even want to be sure if that was it. Because it doesn't matter anymore.
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