I've always thought of myself as an independent person, and I think it goes back to my childhood,
you know, growing up an only child with parents that worked.
I spent a lot of my childhood alone by myself at home, keeping myself busy.
And that experience, undeniably,
created a sense of independence in me that I've carried with me for the rest of my life.
I haven't really questioned it much, right?
It became a part of my identity in such a big way at such a young age.
I've carried this sense of independence with unwavering confidence ever since I was a child.
But recently, something happened that shook me to my core, okay?
I had an epiphany.
I had an epiphany about my independence that scared the fucking shit out of me, okay?
I recently did a road trip to visit my dad.
It was a seven hour road trip and you wanna know what I did for the entire car ride?
I talked to my parents on the phone.
the entire time, okay?
They like took shifts.
And you wanna know why I forced them to talk to me for three and a half hours each?
Because I couldn't handle this silence.
It just, I wasn't in a place to handle it.
I had too much on my mind.