Sometimes I think that if I could live without my heart that I would be fine. Not the living breathing part. The caring, attachment seeking, never wants to let go, falls in love too easily, wanting and yearning part. But then I remember the person I am and everything about myself that I believe makes me so special. I love a lot of people in so many different ways and I would do anything for them. I wouldn’t change that. I like how I am. I like who I am.
Moving, honestly, was the best thing I could have ever done at this point in time. It helped me in ways that I can’t even explain to anyone because thankfully only I truly know all the things that go on inside my head. What I mean is that at least I know myself well enough to recognize when I am in trouble. I chose to make a change and I did it. I never knew that I could. I never believed that I would. For the first time, in such a long time, I feel like me again. The real Jamie. I don’t feel shy here. I don’t feel out of place; ever. I love talking to strangers and I am completely comfortable with who I am. I am confident and content with whatever happens. I never knew that I was this strong.