This part

“The anger at yourself for what you’ve allowed. There’s the grief for lost time. There’s the strangling necessity to push people, things, ideas out, out, out because there’s no room for them. There’s the loneliness and isolation that accompanies the growth of self.”

I’ve spent that last 8 months or so essentially on hiatus, trying to find myself. And I’ve found a lot of what I lived with, accepted and put up with was total shit. And when I started doing what I enjoyed — with no one to judge — I found liberation. And happiness. That happiness was like ecstacy and I wondered…

Why does no one else feel this way? It’s AMAZING.

Lovely article Jamie :)