What’s her Story?

100_7200          At 23, putting happiness first was new to me. I had spent my entire life doing what cultural expectations indicated I should: I studied, I earned high grades, I went to university (landing myself $25,000 in debt), I graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in Useless, and I entered the corporate world. I did everything society told me to do, resulting in years of 3-am crying fits on the bathroom floor. In early March 2013, during a typical late night sobbing next to the toilet, I realized no one cared that I was choking on my tears. No one was coming to save me. With that realization, I stopped crying. It was time to save myself. This blog is the story of how I got myself off the floor.

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