The Agony and the Ecstasy of Change


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I had, for a long while, been addicted to self development. It was like peeling onion layers; more were always waiting for you to deal with. But I was determined to  recover from the effects of crippling emotional baggage I’d had since childhood.

I’d felt an outsider most of my life, especially at school, even though there were times when I was popular. I rarely felt happy inside, even though I had a smile on my face much of the time. It started in early childhood. I wasn’t as bright as my older brother and younger sister; I wasn’t as pretty as my two younger sisters. Mum didn’t actually say the words, but when she talked, and she talked a lot—I became a good listener—and I read between the lines: ‘He’s a genius… she’s pretty…’ etc etc.  There was more to it than that, there always is…  But I…

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One comment on “The Agony and the Ecstasy of Change

  1. This is a good piece there was a time where I felt this way as-well, change is always difficult but when we go through it it’s the best decision we have ever made!

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