Not My Kind of Hero

by Pippa Grant

I am not that strong, independent woman the world says I’m supposed to be. I’m battered and bruised and tired. I need to find where I fit in my own life. My own purpose.

In case you were unaware, which would probably be willful negligence on your part by now, I’ve spent close to the last two decades of my life letting a man tell me what to do for his benefit. I’m uninterested in continuing my life that way.

I don’t know a single person who has never felt lost. Some recognize it. Some don’t. Some blame other people. Some try to get help. Some try to fix it themselves. Some try to fix the world around them. Some pretend there’s nothing broken and push through.