The Day I Lost Myself

Marcy Jael
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.

Marcy Jael

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