She looks like me but acts nothing like the person I used to be.
I was never this quick-tempered. Never this angry. Never this worried. Never this pessimistic.
This isn't me.
Not that I didn't worry before. I did. Just not like this.
I didn't obsess over it the way I do now.
I acknowledged the issue at hand and moved on.
Instead of focusing on the anger, I let it go.
Instead of the glass being half empty, it was half full. Always. I could always find the positive in the negative.
I am not sure when it changed.
But I have realized within the last few weeks that the person I have become is not the same person I once was.
The person I am now is not me.
I am working on finding myself. Working on finding the happy.
I realize that I can not do it all alone. I need help.
I have an appointment next month with a doctor. Just a normal MD. But I am hoping that maybe, just maybe, he can help me get back on track.
I hope that he can help me find the real me.
