I used to thought the happiest place ever was home, sadly as I grew older I realized home was never the happiest place for me as I grew up with a critical mother who also loves me alot. The time away from everyone had gave me time to figure out how to be compassion and understanding to how people might love differently.
I wish to break-free from my own mother not because I don't love her but because I wish to figure out how to love in my way. I been trying to figure out what is it for me to live for.
My time away made me feel guilty I can't be there for those I love, I almost seem selfish and "cold" but is because I wish to be there for the ones I love and so I need to take care of myself mentally.
Not sure if you all relate..?