So, I’ve wanted another tattoo for ages. I had decided that I wanted something that reminded me how far I have come. How I scraped myself out of the pits of depression and how I finally dug myself out of the black hole I was in and emerged more my pink self.
Helen wrote a post a while ago that really struck a chord with me, about how, after all this time, she was finally becoming the person she wanted to be.
I totally get that.
After 5 years, possibly a little more, of feeling totally lost in my own body and locked up inside my own thoughts….I have finally come back out of my shell. I don’t worry as much what people think, I have more confidence in myself, I more or less like what I see in the mirror and I laugh more than I have done in ages.
Despite the stuff that I have gone through with The Boy recently, I have maintained my sense of self, I have not let the self doubt creep in and (apart from a few slips) I have not let myself slip back down that slope.
I am very please with myself. I am very happy. There is a noticeable and marked change that other people are seeing too.
Finally. Enfin. I am myself again.