I found my roar when I finally realised that I had to take control of my life. 3 years ago I realised that I was not okay and no matter how guarded I was, a painted smile could no longer hide the sadness I felt in my life. As one friend described it, I had lost my spark.
For me there is nothing more true than being my own worst critic. To look back at the past and think of the countless reasons of how it all could have been different. I continued in this cycle until a major event in my life was the catalyst I needed to change myself.
It’s all too easy to be your own worst critic, but you can also use that voice to push you to do things that you never knew you were capable of. It took patience, effort and support from people who mean more to me than they will ever know, but a 1st class degree, a marathon and an uprising programme later, I have accomplished things that I could never have imagined 3 years ago.
My inner critic is still there, some days more than others, but when life knocks me down I now have an awareness and an inner strength that helps me deal with my own emotions. My change in attitude has made me realise that it is never too late to be the person you want to be.