Change is scary. Sometimes I realise I no longer hate myself the way I used to, and that scares me. My reality is different and I am still learning to cope with this change. I keep telling myself it is a good change, but that does not make it any less scary or any easier to deal with. The truth is, I spent 22 years hating everything about me and my existence, then suddenly, it stopped. Now what? Everything I have ever known is different. When something goes wrong, I do not always feel it was my fault or think I need to be punished for it. But this creates a bit of a void, an emptiness ... and the question that comes forth is "what do I do instead?"
Cutting Knots: Change is Scary