How Far I've Come

As I sit down to start writing blog posts after a day of spending six hours with friends, chatting nonstop and laughing at anything and everything, catching four trains by myself, and not feeling completely wiped out by it, I have a realisation.

I've come so far.

Gone is the anxiety-riddled, friendless, borderline agoraphobic fourteen year old who didn't see the point in anything because life was shit. Who could barely leave the house even with 'safe' people. Who didn't speak to anyone and isolated herself. Who didn't see herself having a future filled with friends and happiness.

In her place is a blossoming 21 year old who, while still prone to excessive worry and panic attacks, can manage her symptoms, push through, and enjoy life. A 21 year old who's at uni, confidently sharing things online, has a small group of amazing, loyal, honest, trustworthy, kind friends, who can sit on a train for an hour by herself, who wants to plan day trips, who comes home and flops into bed with an exhausted smile on her face, not just because she's worn herself out.

At fourteen, the world seemed dark and like it was beating me down. Seven years later it's not so bad. It's taken time and I still have a long way to go, but boy have I come far.