I was there.
I would read about this thing called “inner peace” everywhere and would think about how great it would be to be able to relate to that.
Inner me was far from peaceful.
I was 23 years old and feeling completely lost.
Yes I had been raised in a great family and yes I had supportive friends and yes I was living quite a good life in comparison to the hands that others had been dealt. I knew all of this and somehow it made me angrier.
It made me mad at myself for not being grateful for all of the great things that had been placed so perfectly in my life.
It made me feel as if I was dramatic in saying that I was completely and totally lost and felt like I had no direction.