It’s so hard to believe that five days ago I was certain that I had to live with my depression and severe anxiety for the rest of my life. If you would have told me that spending three days in a room with 150 other people would totally obliterate any negative thought from my brain I would have laughed in your face. “Feel good about myself after three days? yeah right!” “What do you mean I’ll be comfortable speaking in front of 300+ people by the end of a weekend? You’re retarded.”
So here I am. I’ve called (almost) all the people in my life I’ve had issues with and made peace with them, I “came out” to my dad only to realize he wasn’t this judgmental prick I’ve painted him out to be my whole life. In the 11 months we’ve been together, my relationship with my boyfriend has never been so exciting and genuine.
I’ve created all these opportunities of love, authenticity, and acceptance in all my relationships, and in turn have created more friendships in a week than I did the past three years. I’m seeing all these beautiful things in my life I didn’t notice before because I was so occupied with my own struggles.
I’ve finally found true happiness. All it took was three days, 39 hours, 150 people.