It can be anything—from eating the slice of cake you're having right now to giving birth to your first child.
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I got rid of my entire Archie comic collection of 30+ years. I realized I wasn't actually reading them anymore and just keeping them out of pride and proof I'm an Archie fanatic. I kept telling myself I need to start reading them. I just never got the motivation.
While dusting, I couldn't shake the dust smell coming from that shelf. That dusty smell was making me feel tired and sneezing. After I tossed them (recycled because they are not worth reselling.) the air in the room cleared so much, and I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. The pressure and guilt of not reading so many comics was gone. I got some much needed shelf room back, and I'm still a big fan of Archie. I did keep the Life With Archie magazines and a couple mint condition collector editions, but that's it.
Archie comics used to be an escape, a source of comfort while I was growing up. There was a lot of pain, loneliness and fear, and empty hope attached to them. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I only cried a bit after it sank in what I did. I'm fine, now, though. And I'm still a big Archie fan. Ask me anything. I used to make a few very tough Archie quizzes on a quiz site.
coming out as both nonbinary and as queer. the relief was immense, like a boulder being lifted.
Choosing a small high school rather than the bigger ones most of my friends went to. Additionally, choosing a small uni when I didn't get the first round offer from a larger one I had as first preference. I would not have done well in a larger cohort.
In sophomore year of high school I was very lonely and genuinely had zero friends at my school. One day before school I sat down next to someone and randomly decided on a whim to drum up a conversation with them about the stickers on their laptop. This person is now my best friend and I have not felt loneliness on the level I did back then since. :)
Not having kids.
I grew up in a dysfunctional, abusive, narcissist family, and I was assigned the role of family's "scapegoat". Struggled with depression, anxiety, panic attacks, suicidal thoughts (plus 2 attempts) - even long after I moved away. I've been in therapy for a few years. I decided I'd never have kids unless I heal and come to terms with my own traumas.
Also, I have recently found out that my father has an old, undiagnosed, untreated borderline disorder. I lived half of my life with a man whose place was in psychiatric ward. It affects you in unimaginable ways.
I might adopt a kid someday, if I feel ready. But if not, it's absolutely ok. I'd never do to a kid what my parents did to me: using me as "dumpster" for their anger issues, life failures and emotional garbage.