Earlier this year I was probably the lowest I’ve ever been, and the thoughts and emotions still come and go, some nights I wonder why i feel pulled in so many directions, yet still stuck in between. He/They? Asian/American? Joy/Pain? Does it matter? Why I can’t be more “normal” or “happy”... or content with my being? Just when I thought I would have it figured out, im back to rediscovering myself. I’ve kind of made peace with the fact that perhaps exploring all of these facets of myself are just part of the human experience, and that this is all part of figuring out who I am supposed to be? I don’t really know what to say but I just felt like sharing in case anyone out there feels the same. You’re not alone and you’re don’t have to be in any rush to figure it out. You have your whole life to 🥹🫶🏻 I’m glad I’m still here... and you’re reading this, someone is glad you’re still here too x I feel loved