There’s something very freeing about losing the anchors that have always defined you. Frightening, sad, but exhilarating in a poignant way, as well. You’re free to float to the moon or sink to the bottom of the deepest ocean. But you’re also free to explore. Some people confuse that with drifting, I suppose. I like to think of it as growing.
— Deborah Smith (via internal-acceptance-movement)