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A New Me
I used to have a personality, or at least, a personality I liked. Back then, I woke up with a purpose, a sense of what I wanted to do each day.
Unfortunately, this is no longer the case. I have been depressed for so long I feel like I’m a totally different person from when I was “happy”. Things I used to like to do now feels like it requires a monumental amount of effort to accomplish. My mind just works differently now.
Needless to say, I don’t like this “new” me. If only I can go back to who I was… to the “me” I actually liked.
And so here I am, desperately clinging on to happier times, and feeling at a lost as to why I can’t just get “myself” back.
Reality Check
Here’s the hard truth I’ve had to swallow: the “me” I once was is gone. And no amount of wishing, replaying old memories, or running from the present is going to change that.
I can either spend the rest of my life mourning her, letting the weight of that loss paralyze me further, or I can start afresh and accept this new me.