What is a Late Bloomer?
A late bloomer is a person whose talents or capabilities are not visible to others until later than usual.
Me as a Late Bloomer
I do consider myself as a late bloomer even though I’m still 19 years old. In the past, I never really knew what my real passion was, and I thought it was acting and music, but it didn’t feel right. Especially when it was so hard for me to perform in front of many people.
I also thought it was psychology, helping depressed people like me to be better. But I recently found out that I have bipolar disorder 2, and it’s now an awkward field to pursue. Although, I’m proud of those people who are bipolar and psychologists at the same time.
Now I decided not to use the word ‘thought’ or ‘think,’ but to use the word ‘felt’ or ‘feel.’ I felt and feel that all my life my passion was right in front of my eyes. Not noticing that I always loved writing and writing and writing since I was a young boy.
What Made Me A Late Bloomer?
The Education System
The education system made me feel stupid. Students thought only maths and sciences made them smart. I felt stupid because the education system never really nourished my talents and judged me in the things I had no talent for.
They had little value for my artistic talents. They forced me in a tourism course. And they forced me to stay away from my artistic ambitions. From being a musician or an artist. Only to be surprised now that writing is my natural gift.
Being An Undiagnosed Bipolar Person
In the past, I knew that I was clinically depressed and my parents wouldn’t listen, thinking it was just ‘a phase.’ Until finally my mom brought me to a psychiatrist and to find out later that I have bipolar type 2. And everything made sense from that day.
What made me a late bloomer is mostly the way I am.
A Thankful Late Bloomer
Thankfully, I snapped out of from it all and realized that there’s still lots of hope because I am still a young man.
I still thank the education system for teaching me useful and useless stuff.
I still thank my parents for their financial support.
I still thank God or the universe for giving me bipolar disorder type 2 because it’s who I am and it’s what makes me a creative and unique person.
In The Process of Being a Late Bloomer
I’m now in the process of blooming as a writer.
And music and acting would always have a place in my heart.
And psychology would always have a place in my mind.
I love my life, even more, knowing that there are other flowers out there.
Flowers that are thought to be dead.
Flowers that are yet to bloom.
I have one question before this reaches 500 words:
Are you also a late bloomer?