Another You (or rather, Another Me)
I have had the best weekend in a very long time and it’s only Saturday. I arrived home today around 6pm after my adventures away last night and Hubby kept commenting on how social I’ve become and how I’d never have done these things 5 or 10 years ago. I corrected him and said not 2 years ago or even last year.
I try to think back on my life and what has held me back from living and I know that my depression played a massive role. Low self esteem and complete and utter lack of confidence have been huge hinderances.
In the 10 years that I’ve known Hubby I’ve very slowly changed into the person I am today. He’s had a lot to do with it, but so have I. I’m not willing to let fear leave me paralyzed so I’m a spectator in my own life any longer. So many things have changed for me, especially in the last 2 years, that I can’t even list them all. I do know that I like everything that’s changed because I have never felt more like me than I do now.
Hubby has been trying to get me to love myself for 10 years now. I think now I can finally say I’m starting to.
Oh, but Hubby? I’m still not hugging myself! 🙂