This is more of a post about self-love. I keep noticing how far I've come this year, even when things seemed to be getting worse. I can say that I am mostly stable, and that when I am triggered, I am able to address it and get rid of the feeling. When it comes to emotions, I can finally admit whatever I'm feeling. I must admit that is true growth, and I don't want to sound egoistic, but I am so proud of myself for taking the risks I did, for being vulnerable when I needed to be, for being aware of my own toxicity and working on myself to address it. I've grown so much as well, and I'm creating a better version of myself. I'm still learning to be grateful for small things like sunset scenery, ground scent, and pretty much anything. I'm learning to live in the moment and not be concerned about what might happen. I never imagined going on a solo trip a year ago, but here I am in two days, taking the plane to Iceland and living my dream. I love being who I am; I am not hiding my true identity; I love myself for who I am now, as well as my past self; I would not be the person I am today without my past self. I'm still working on myself because it's a never-ending journey.