Facing the Worst Version of Myself

This past year and a half, I’ve met the worst version of myself. The part of me I tried to hide, the part I never wanted anyone to see, the part I sometimes didn’t even recognize in the mirror.

I’ve been angry. I’ve been bitter. I’ve pushed people away, and then cried about being alone. I’ve loved too hard and then hated myself for caring too much. I’ve clung to things that were already slipping away, and in the process, I lost myself.

I let fear drive me. I let pain control me. I allowed my insecurities to speak louder than my truth. There were nights I stayed up replaying every mistake, every argument, every moment I could have done better. And there were mornings when I woke up already exhausted from carrying my own guilt.

I’ve said words I wish I could take back. I’ve made choices out of hurt instead of love. I’ve been reckless with my heart, and sometimes with the hearts of others. And in all of that, I became someone I didn’t want to be.

But here’s what I’m learning: facing the worst version of yourself isn’t the end it’s the beginning. It forces you to look at the pieces you’ve been ignoring. It teaches you that even at your lowest, you’re still capable of change. You’re still worthy of love, forgiveness, and growth.

The past year and a half might have been my downfall, but maybe it’s also the foundation for my comeback. Because sometimes, you have to meet the worst version of yourself to fight your way back to the best one.