Someone once wrote to me in a birthday card, from when I was 17, telling me that they thought I was “one of the most genuine people (they) knew, unafraid of saying what (I) think and how (I) feel”.
I look at these cards and I wonder if they were mistaken, or if they didn’t mean it at all. Was it all just mindless, empty scribbles to fill up space on a card?
It was you who changed. It is you who is no longer the same, unable to relate to your reflection in the mirror. Unrecognisable….
Get a grip. Get back in control.
I miss being me.