Have you ever looked at your life one day and thought, "How did I get here?" Maybe you don't recognize yourself or the life you're living. You thought by this age or this time you'd be somewhere else. But here you are, and you have so many questions. For me, that time was during the end of my twenties when I was quickly approaching thirty and incessantly criticizing my life. I was swept up by a plaguing anxiety disorder, terrified of what would come of the immigration process I was going through with the love of my life, and unsure of a direction for myself. I had hit the high notes earlier on in my twenties, and then came what I thought of as a steady decline. I was lost and confused by all the checks I hadn't been able to scratch off the list of expectation I was so stuck on. But eventually, after years of torturing myself and going through a lot of growing pains, I started picking up the pieces of my life that had fallen apart and I was able to find and own myself.