So, the past years have been a bit like trying to ride a unicycle on a tightrope while juggling flaming torches, all in the middle of a thunderstorm. That's how I would characterize my journey of growth and maturity. I used to handle every little hurdle with the grace of a giraffe on roller skates—unsteady, awkward, and a perfect recipe for disaster.
Why do I have to stumble while others glide? I used to wail at the universe, letting my tears flow like a leaky faucet, cursing every pothole on the path of life. My "Arya Stark’s List," my catalog of complaints, grievances, and grudges, was longer than a kid's Christmas wishlist.
Well, all that changed. Kind of. It's still me on that tightrope, but I've graduated from unicycle to a two-wheeler, and those flaming torches? Well, they've been replaced by glow sticks. Progress, right?
Sure, I still get upset. I still stutter when I'm nervous. But now, instead of a thin-skinned tomato, I've morphed into a sturdy pineapple—thick-skinned, still a bit prickly, but definitely less prone to squishing. I've realized it's okay not to be everyone's cup of tea. After all, I'm more of a coffee person, anyway.
And my "Arya Stark’s List"? It's been shelved, replaced with a mental scrapbook of my trials and triumphs. Each tear-stained page, a memento of a challenge faced, a lesson learned, a milestone achieved. My mistakes? They're just practice shots in the game of life. I remind myself, "Hey, no one's perfect. Perfection is as real as a unicorn eating a rainbow for breakfast."
Living with bipolar disorder hasn’t been a cakewalk either. It’s like riding a rollercoaster in the dark – you never know when you’re about to take a dip or climb a steep curve. But guess what? It has just made my story more interesting, turning me into a gritty heroine of my own graphic novel.
Here's to the past 32 years that have sculpted me, chipped away my fears, and polished my spirit. Here's to every fumble, every stumble, every heartache, and every victory. Because at the end of the day, I wouldn't trade my journey for all the smooth sailings in the world. Life might be a circus, but boy, do I love the thrill of the performance!
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