The Beautiful and Damned.

This time last year I was sitting here writing a letter to myself on the eve of my 24th birthday. It’s that time again, and although I don’t feel the desire to write myself another letter I think I am just going to recap over the last year. Tomorrow I turn 25. 

Looking back on the girl I was a mere 365 days ago is heartbreaking. I wanted so badly to be where I am now. I was a timebomb of repressed emotion, so terrified of speaking my feelings and dwelling in all these hopes and dreams. As much as I tried to convince myself that I was okay, I wasn’t. I was unsure, sad and confused at the evolution of my being. Realizing it now I was changing, I was stripping out of old patterns and ideals. It wasn’t untill I hit rock bottom emotionally that I had to crawl out of the otherside. I have compared it to a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. 

I am in a place in my life now, that with a lot of work and changing of though patterns, I am happy. I am confident in myself that I know I can handle everything that comes my way. I have stopped looking for distractions and learnt to really feel my feelings. 

I made a promise to myself that 25 will be a year of continued growth. I am going to continue pushing myself to the end of my comfort zone and keep pushing. I am going to break free of the shackles that have tied me down for so long. This year is all about me. me, me, me. It’s about what I want, what I desire and what I deserve. It’s about my truth. 

Here’s too 25! A year of genuine growth, exploration and power.