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The past couple of months has been a painful process of losing myself.
It wasn't the first time it happened. Yet everytime it does, there is this feeling that I get that makes me want to hide and not come out for a while.
I refuse to go straight home. I find myself lingering at train stations and coffee shops for hours just sitting and thinking where I went wrong, wondering why or how I've lost who I am.
I become irritable, lose my sense of humour, my ability to choose gets clouded and I alternate between needing people around me and needing to be alone.
So it's refreshing to wake up knowing that I've found myself again. I have changed.
I'm still me in all the ways people have come to know me yet I know that i am different. I am better than I was, so much better.
So thank you for being there and for seeing me through this.
It wasn't the first time it happened. Yet everytime it does, there is this feeling that I get that makes me want to hide and not come out for a while.
I refuse to go straight home. I find myself lingering at train stations and coffee shops for hours just sitting and thinking where I went wrong, wondering why or how I've lost who I am.
I become irritable, lose my sense of humour, my ability to choose gets clouded and I alternate between needing people around me and needing to be alone.
So it's refreshing to wake up knowing that I've found myself again. I have changed.
I'm still me in all the ways people have come to know me yet I know that i am different. I am better than I was, so much better.
So thank you for being there and for seeing me through this.