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Chapter 34

So it’s my last day being 34. This year, for me, has been one of getting to know myself even more than I thought I did. It was also a year where I got to show up for myself.


 This year showed me that I could face my fears, conquer them and excel. It showed me that I am worth all the compassion and love I give to all those who know me. It showed me that I’m worth spending hard-earned money to get a better quality of life.

 It showed me that I can show up for myself when people decide not to show up for me. It showed me that the friends I have made during my metamorphosis, who also were on the journey of self-discovery, are amazing people who let me be my whole self.



 It made me realise that I can and will change things if they no longer serve me. This year, I’ve been able to begin the journey of unmasking and stop trying to fit the Neurotypical view of self. This year, I have met kindred spirits. I have realised there is nothing greater than being known completely and honestly. I am unlearning a lifetime of habits, but the one that I absolutely must obliterate is the notion that my productivity dictates my worth. It is a fallacy, and I’m looking forward to finally letting myself be. 

I’m grateful for my family’s love and support through this journey, and if 34 was anything to go by, I’m looking forward to 35. Let’s get it!

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