I have changed so much in the last three years. And I can’t really say that the changes have been improvements. I became someone who hid things. I became someone who felt emotions I shouldn’t have been feeling. I became untrustworthy.
I became selfish. I went after what I wanted. I didn’t fully consider the consequences. I caused pain.
I had to change. I needed to face my reality. Some of the changes were positive. I hid from myself for 46 years. I finally admitted to myself who, and what I am.
I had to change. Oddly enough, at least a few people needed me to be who I am now. I liked the old me better though.
I am not the same person I was three years ago. My horizons have broadened. I learned things about myself that I didn’t know. I learned I can love more than I ever imagined.
Don’t expect me to be that person that I was. I can never be that person again. The lessons I have learned have left scars. I wish I could go back in time, but that isn’t possible. The woman before you is marked by experiences.
I have learned one thing. I am stronger than I ever thought I could be. My heart has been bruised, and hurt, but it’s still beating. My outward appearance hasn’t changed much, but I am not who I used to be. Maybe it’s good, and maybe it isn’t. There is nothing I can do about it now.