3.0

This book didn't blow my mind. It's not one of those books that you read and you just fucking face enlightenment or something. Those are extremely rare for a reason.

Now, having that said. It's still a book that made me ponder deeply about my love for my self. I think – no, I know that I have so much work to do when it comes to loving myself truly. And I say that while looking back at my past and shaking my head. Because it's unbelievable. The things I overcame are unbelievable.

Somewhere in the depth of my soul, I know that I will love myself unconditionally one day. That I will rise, like I've never risen before. And I'm very sure I'm on that journey right now. As I am writing this I'm on that rollercoaster. Destination: Self-Acceptance, Self-Love, Self-Respect, Self-Appreciation.

I'm in no rush to arrive, for I know the progress is already what I am striving for.

I know that I will rediscover my self. And I will get to know myself from a position that I've never dared to glance at, let alone, acquire.

I'm curious. I'm truly filled with burning curiosity to see who I am when I enter my thirties, forties, fifties.