How to Stop Searching for Your Identity the Hard Way

I have always been curious. To a fault at times. I’m the kid whose mom tells her not to touch the stove because it’s hot, and instead of just accepting the clear fact in front of me, I need to find out for myself. So I touch the stove, I scrape my knee, I push the boundaries, I ignore curfew—and always find myself facing consequences. I would tease and say I did all this so… … Continue reading →