In a way I might say that I have, still am, getting away from someone that has been like a parasite for me: my father. I am detaching from him more and more, I care less about his opinion. But it's not something entirely new as I have been detaching myself from him since September-October 2014.
Lately I have been moderately depressed and my feelings about myself were mixed, though the majority of them fall into the negative category. But in short, right now I feel both confident and ashamed, dumb and capable...