Self-Discovery.

I thought I would know who I was before I hit my thirties. It’s that idealism of being in your mid-twenties. You’ve survived the high school years. You’ve surpassed the uncertainty of early adulthood. You feel mature, and yet you still have so much to learn. Immense amounts of growth, lessons to learn, a whole life to live.

At least I did.

I really thought I knew who I was.

Until this past year. When I started to write again. When long hidden away feelings, emotions, and ...