The Day I Lost Myself
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read
It started when I stopped doing all the things I loved.
I felt helpless.
I wanted to do them.
I missed doing them.
But I didn’t.
I was there looking at myself in the mirror, pitying myself.
Yet, not moving an inch.

I knew what had to be done, but I didn’t do it.
I knew what I needed, but I didn’t have the energy to pick them up.
I became afraid to speak my mind.
I was scared of being judged, I was scared of the judgement.
I began to deny who I was, and tried to be okay with that.
I was living my life without a purpose, without passion.
I lost myself that day — the day I stopped living for me.
