What probably stops me the most from bein’ happy is me, myself. I carry a lot of experiences around that shaped me: losses, hurts, disappointments. They’ve made me empathetic and strong, but also wary and cautious. I crave closeness and trust, but at the same time I’m scared of gettin’ hurt again. That means I sometimes trip myself up when it comes to actually lettin’ happiness in.
So really, it’s not the world out there blockin’ me the most, it’s the armour I’ve built up over the years. Easin’ that up or takin’ it off bit by bit is probably my biggest challenge.