i seem to be wondering a lot about the things i gave up.
yes, it's the "what if" questions
and most of them are the things i gave up because of this, what shall i call it?
problem? no.
inability? not quite.
barrier, chasm, blockage? erm, no.
heartbreak. but no, i don't want to call it that either.

i gave up a possible chance at love, in fear of another heartbreak.
i gave up the freedom of expression in the performing arts, because i no longer wanted to espress the things that bothered me; i just wanted to bottle them up.
i gave up my art - a subject, a form of expression, a past-time and once a joy - when the emotions finally took over and drowned me out of inspiration.
and now i want that all back.
i want to be who i once was,
i want to be what i once was,
i want to be where i once was.
i missed being called those things - a leader, an artist, a confident, out-spoken and proactive member.
but life doesn't knock you down so that you can be bitter and weep. it knocks you down so you can build yourself back up to where it wants you to be; where it needs you to be.
i know that was where i was supposed to be. i just don't know how to get back