Have you ever looked back and thought “imagine if that had happened like I planned” only to realise your life would be completely different? I sure have. Sometimes, I think about the ways my life would be better if I’d taken a different road, but I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be the person I am today had things worked out differently. That is a stroke of luck. No matter where I could have been had things gone to plan, it wouldn’t be worth sacrificing who I am today.
I say this amidst the worst anxiety and depression I’ve experienced in my nine years of struggling with my mental health but I know this is true. No matter what the voice in my head says, I love who I am. I am stronger, wiser and better in every way. I am afraid, anxious and unsure about what comes next but I know right down deep in my gut that it will work out for the better because things didn’t go to plan. I know who I am and what I’m capable of, that can only be luck, fate or divine intervention, when I think about who I have been and where I thought my life was heading.