Troubled TimesWhen I was young I knew I was different. Unfortunately, in those years we had to fit into a mold so we could be slotted into a pigeon hole. This mold determined many things including what games we were allowed to play, what friends we were allowed, how we were to act and many other things.I had a troubled youth. Many times the mold was broken by things well outside of my control. I won't go into the details, but suffice to say that many times on many levels I felt like a square peg trying to be pushed into a round hole.
Fast forward to now and I have found that square hole that I have been searching for. It has been a relief as finally I can just be me. It's all I really know how to be.