For those of you that know me- I mean truly know me- know that I hate change. Ever since I was little I could never grasp change and the concept of it. It took me forever to adapt to new changes and it was something that I always had to ease into. As an adult you don’t get to do that. You don’t really get a heads up. But, it sucks when those around you and those closest to you (especially family) know this about you and choose to just keep throwing wrenches at you without letting you acclimate first. I already lost my grandparents and I’m trying to get used to that. Then, you have those people living in their space and I have to get used to that. Then, you have those people on the side they used to sleep in and I have to get used to that. To top it all off, you give away something of mine to them that was sentimental to me without even asking me. I can’t even accept the changes going on within my own life and I’m just taking hits from all different directions and it’s so hard to adjust. I wish everyone would just bare with me and slow down so I can catch up. My own personal life is going through change just as much as the changes going on around me that I can’t control. I don’t do well with change, and it’s hard for me to just be accepting of all of these new things without letting myself feel the emotions and go through it. It’s something I’ve always had to get through because going around it has never worked for me. Change is hard. Change is scary, and that’s because of past trauma. It seems so small to the world, but it’s such a big feeling for me on the inside and it stirs up so much anxiety. Change is hard. Change is different. Change is scary.