I’ve been thinking back through my past a lot recently. About past relationships and friendships. About my life in general. Something that stood out to me is the memory of being miserable. That sounds quite sad, but so many moments come to mind where I was forced into a situation I didn’t want to be in, and I was just really unhappy. This may be my social anxiety talking, but what struck me most was the way other people must have thought of me in those moments. They didn’t know what was going on in my head, all they saw was this grumpy, upset, moody person. The person who clearly…