I wonder who I am.
Not in that existential WHY ARE WE HERE kind of way.
Am I still the person I was?
The hot mess of my teen years.
The fun-loving party girl from my pre-children days.
The struggling, confused young wife with babies.
The woman who began to come into her own.
The frightened patient who felt a blanket of uncertainty trying to suffocate her.
This person facing life with bad vision but clear sight.
No, this was not the physical shell I’d ever dreamed of wearing but this is definitely who I’ve been waiting to become.
THIS is who I am.
Flawed. Brilliant. Pained. Joyful.
Yet perfectly me.
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