The Question That Haunted Me and Then Shaped Me

Photo by Todd Rhines on Unsplash

I was eighteen years old and full of confidence in who I was and where I was going in life. A lot of this confidence was founded because I prided myself in being perfect in every thing I did so I had a good base to grow from, the rest though was sheer hope that people wouldn’t poke too far underneath the image I wanted them to see. At eighteen the majority aren’t interested in the depths of who you are…

--

--

--

Seeking those moments of magic and trying to capture them with words. Exploring my depths. Living on an island at the bottom of the world.

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Recommended from Medium

The GREATEST International Scavanger Hunt

Perseids This Weekend…..Wish Upon A Star!

Self care and its importance

All together Now: How a Movie Helped Me Reflect on Receiving Help.

5 Ways Human Nature Makes Change Hard

How To Unlock the Promise of Meditation

A woman smiles while sitting cross-legged on a yoga mat, meditating.

The One Thing Essential For Good Mental Health and Happiness

Ready, Set, Go: The Race of Building a New Skill

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Lynda Claire

Lynda Claire

Seeking those moments of magic and trying to capture them with words. Exploring my depths. Living on an island at the bottom of the world.

More from Medium

That’s All Folks — Enough is Enough

I HATE myself so I HURT myself

Toxic People Need Your Honesty

If You Feel Guilty Saying “No” To Others, Read This