Written by Anonymous

Recently, I feel as though I have opened my eyes for the first time. These past few years have been a pocket of momentary bliss, leaving the rules of my childhood behind and just scratching the surface of adult life.

This newfound freedom has shaken me awake. Never have I felt such change in my self growth and understanding, coming to truly realise what makes me tick, and who I am.

Perhaps one of the most heartbreaking realisations I’ve had is the knowledge that not everyone views the world the way I do.

Not everyone will feel things as deeply as I feel. Not everyone will try and give others the benefit of the doubt. Not everyone will have my back when I would have theirs. This was driven so wholly home when I experienced my first ever friendship breakup a few months ago. It is a new and raw kind of pain to have the ones you never expected to turn on you, do just that.

I have always believed that the best things in life come from struggle.

"The hurt, tears and disbelief that come from such an experience are not just negative emotions."

These kinds of life experiences are a chance to turn inward, to rebuild, and to recognise who you are. It is in these moments of struggle that we get at the core of what it means to be young, to be alive, and to be human.