Over the past two weeks, I've been examining my personalities and behaviors. I haven't taken the time to figure myself out since high school, but I'm glad I'm taking the time now.

I've been to therapy and I've taken anti-depressants in the past, but I've never felt more at ease than I do now. I feel like now that I know for sure what my behavior is, I can steer it toward knowing how to get the mental stimulation and health I need.

My self-discovery was an accident, though. I was sitting in my bedroom, thinking about an argument over and over again and I tried my best to analyze how the things I said could've provoked the worst part of the fight. Lo and behold, many of the characteristics seemed to be impulsive, overbearing, and self-sabotaging.

At that moment, I began to delve into my past and what I may have done to myself back when I was a teenager. I have a vivid memory of an argument I had with my boyfriend at the time.

I blew the argument out of proportion and began to insult myself, over-analyze what I said, and blame the whole situation on myself.

It's a blessing and a curse to figure out your problems. On one hand, you're glad you finally discovered the root of the problem, on the other hand now you have to learn how to properly deal with this problem in a way that benefits your mental health.

I want to begin seeing a therapist to start a real journey of self-control and self-love. I've struggled with these issues many times before and it's nice to know that I'm not going to spiral down a road I can't come back from.

I'm proud of myself for addressing the elephant in my room. I'll finally feel like I can breathe, once I start getting the help that I know I need and deserve.