Rebels and Demons

I fucking died. It was rough. The last few months have been some of the darkest months of my life. I struggled through a full on existential crisis. I always used to tell people I was Rebel 2.0 or 3.0 or by now definitely 3.5, I have always valued learning and growing as a person. But I was wrong, I was still the same baseline person. And I think I am now too, but I have reconciled and faced so many demons and finally come out the other side I think I am now officially finally Rebel 2.0. I have found many of the things I was before remain, but that has been by choice, deliberate. I have had to dissect and evaluate every little thing that was Rebel and decide if I still wanted it to be part of Rebel. It feels like everything I was shattered into a million tiny pieces and I’m left sorting out the ones I want to keep, making peace with many I used to resent and leaving behind the ones that no longer serve me.