I don't know quite how I feel about that. The jury is still out.
What does not kill us makes us...something. Survivors, at least.
Does it leave us unchanged? Certainly not. Stronger? Better? Sometimes.
And sometimes sadder. And weaker. And emptier.
But always different. Altered. Transformed. Never quite the same.
All of us are changed every day by what we experience ourselves; by what we see others experience. It is impossible to get through this life without change. Without adjusting...adapting.
Sometimes change is good. It can mean growth and metamorphosis. Sometimes change is less positive: dark and confusing.
Almost never is change easy, though.
And sometimes we long for the person we used to be. A person we remember. But is no longer who we are.
There are things about my old self that I miss. I have thought a lot about it lately. A friend sent me this song a few weeks ago and it perfectly sums up how I have been feeling.
I miss her. That girl who used to be mine. She had fortitude, and hope. Bravery, and determination. Strength. Steadiness. Tenacity. She looked forward with anticipation. Expected the future to bring good things.
She was confident. And proud. And believed in her ability to conquer the world. One day at a time. She could take a hit. And she always got back up.
She is not me. And maybe she's still in there somewhere. Maybe she's gathering strength. Maybe she's the phoenix waiting to rise from the ashes. Maybe.
Or maybe she's gone. Replaced by someone older, perhaps wiser. Or perhaps just tired and a little bit defeated.
One thing is for sure. I do miss her. And maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get to meet her again.
The fact that someone wrote these lyrics. And a friend who is struggling with her own difficulties thought of me when she heard them...gives me courage to keep going. To try to reclaim what I can. And to make the best of what remains.
Because I know that, even without the girl that I knew, I am still not alone.