Sometimes, I think about the old version of myself—before healing, before awareness, before the discomfort of growth. There was a kind of bliss in ignorance, a simplicity in not knowing the weight of wounds or the complexities of the world. That innocence? I do miss it. But life is short, and if given the choice, I’d take the me I am now. Every time.
Change is constant. It’s uncomfortable, messy, and often exhausting—but it’s also necessary. Without change, there’s no growth. Without discomfort, there’s no transformation. And while it might sound strange, I’ve come to crave discomfort because I know it means I’m growing. Growth has become my addiction—not in a toxic way, but in a way that fuels my curiosity and pushes me to learn, to understand, to seek perspectives different from my own.
In a funny way, growth makes me feel like a kid again. It’s like rediscovering the world, but this time, I’m equipped with wisdom. I make better decisions. I spend my time more wisely. And I know now that change isn’t something to fear or avoid. It’s something to embrace.
So, no, I don’t miss the old me. I honor who I was, but I love who I’m becoming. If you’re feeling lost in the discomfort of change, know that it’s leading somewhere meaningful. Growth isn’t always easy, but it’s worth it. Keep seeking, keep learning, and keep stepping forward—because the world needs the version of you that’s on the other side of discomfort.
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