The hardest part of a journey is starting it.
I didn’t know if I had what it takes to be a writer, but I surely was experiencing my first writer’s block. For days I’ve been contemplating how my first article would be. I didn’t want it to be any article. I want it to be perfect. Was I experiencing a block or just procrastinating?
It takes a lot of courage to get through a congestion of thoughts. It takes a lot of courage to acknowledge your weakness(es). It takes a lot of courage to admit to ourselves that we should not keep playing the victims and be brave enough to get past our lack of strength and evolve into someone better. For years, I’ve been struggling to find out who I really am and define my identity in this world where individualism is slowly fading. How often did you ask yourself: Who am I?
My name is Èm, and I suffer from severe anxiety. For years I’ve been stuck with it, waking up, fighting my inner demons, getting knocked down, and getting back on my feet, everyday. Suicide was never an option. Although fantasizing about it was fun, I never had the guts to do it. It was not a fear of missing out, but a fear of leaving behind people I love. I’ve hit rock bottom over and over. I felt like giving up many times. But one thing kept me striving. I knew that I lacked experience. If there is one thing I learned so far about the real purpose of my life is finding out how to become happy.