Anya in Indonesia 🇮🇩

23-year-old me would barely recognise the person I am at 24. Probably that’s what they call a transitional phase idk

This past year has changed me A LOT in the way I see myself, people, love, family, and life. I’ve had to unlearn things I once believed, and finally face parts of myself I used to avoid.
Do I want to be more patient with myself? Definitely. Am I there yet? Not even close. Can everything be controlled? NO. And apparently, accepting that is a whole journey of its own.
And the most controversial discovery was that you don’t always discover who your people are when life is good. Sometimes you find out when it isn’t. Sometimes they believe in you more than you believe in yourself. And I’ll always be grateful to those who showed up when I needed them most🥹🫶🏻.
All I want is to trust myself now. To believe in myself. Separate what I truly want from what I’ve been taught to want, to listen to myself without guilt, and to trust that I can find my own way.

24. A little wiser, a little bolder, rising from the ashes🐦‍🔥❤️‍🩹