I am loving the title of this post. I am right there with you. I am divorcing again. I recently realized I have anxiety disorder and major codependency issues. My fear has held me back from having a fulfilling life, having me. I've been caught in this decision to move back to what is familiar and somewhat depressing to making a new life in a beautiful yet strange town where I know nobody.

I fell asleep last night deciding on moving back, driven by fear. I'd been reading about how I needed to confront the ghosts of my family and it scared me. I woke up and read a conversation I was having with a friend and realized I was selling myself short. I deserve this adventure. I can leave my baggage behind and start anew. I can grow up again. I am worthy of this. It doesn't have to be scary just cause its unknown. I can get to know it, little by little. To know myself. I can redefine myself. It seems so big right now but I can face it little by little. Small steps.