Who am I?

I've been going to therapy for a few months now. I developed a lot of bad habits from things that happened in my childhood, and I've come to realize the person I've been all my life is only a shell of who I really am. So I have been exploring who the "real" me is.

And it's terrifying.

I'm getting pushback from people in my life because they know one version of me. I feel like a butterfly trapped halfway out of the cocoon. I'm pretty cool as is, but imagine what I'd be like if I could open my wings.

A part of me wishes I could explore this transformation in my own space, but sadly work and family make it impossible to disappear to the English countryside for a season.

Today is especially hard because I had such an amazing day yesterday, i was so confident and happy and free. Today, i feel weighed down by far and stress and the old me.

I wonder if I will ever become who I am inside (cue up the Milan soundtrack).