Not long ago I found myself in a position of power. I was taking control of my life, of my feelings, of myself. Somewhere along the line of trying to truly grow into someone I was proud of being, i became sidetracked. I was tested and put into situations that would define who I wanted to be at that moment. Early on in the year I decided to forget about school and work my meaningless job to save up for an experience. I travelled on my own, experienced a different culture and beauty all on my own. I was proud of this decision to break out of what was expected of me to fulfil my own selfish needs of wanting to explore and see more of the world. To experience the world vs learning about it. I learned to love. I learned to let myself to truly be vulnerable and open myself up to a love I never knew could exist for me. Submitting my will to love…i didn’t know it would happen for me so early. I was able to share my love for exploring the world with the person I love. Everything took a turn when I began to feel the extent and the depth of the relationship. He was good to me and I felt that I was undeserving of it…I had just learned to love myself but there was a small voice in my head still telling me I wasn’t good enough.