I thought I had forgotten..

Today in my Passages class, we were journaling. Our first journal entry really hit me hard.

It was about growing up; if I felt loved, and all that stuff. I thought about it for awhile.. and I remember not feeling loved by my mom. I started writing about that, and I started tearing up.

My mom and I get along great now, but it hurt thinking about how we never saw her growing up. I mean, we did, but when we did, it was for a brief time. It really upset me.

Our second journal was about junior high; another tough time for me. That brought up a lot of memories also. I remember going through a really hard time; I was depressed all the time, and I hated myself. That's even the time I was diagnosed with anxiety disorder.

Revisiting that stuff was pretty emotional.. I didn't go into all the details on here, because I did enough of that at school..

But I guess I can go back to this saying:

I'm not where I want to be, but I'm glad that I'm not where I used to be..