I miss me.
The girl that had a career drive stronger than a desire to have her own family
The girl who knew what she wanted and was happy doing it
The girl who was climbing the corporate ladder every year that passed
The girl who impressed daddy, as lame as it may sound
The girl who made me feel like I was worth something, like I had purpose every day
I miss the old me. And I miss more that I will never be her again.
I will experience pain every single day
I will endure doubting family and friends along the way
I will live to be a small shadow of what I wanted to be
Because I have lost my ability to achieve my dream
It wasn’t my fault
But it doesn’t change the reality.