"Sleepwalking in an ocean of happiness I cannot baptize myself in."
I lost myself.
I don't know how.
I don't know why.
It's just... One day, I woke up.
And I was gone.
When I look into the mirror, I don't recognise the face looking back at me.
Who is this sad-looking creature with bags under her eyes and disheveled hair?
Where is the smile that has been plastered on my face as long as I could remember?
The world has squeezed the life out of me.
Cunning. I didn't even feel it siphoning every bit of me.
Until I was left with nothing.
My slumped shoulders and tired limbs are constant reminders that I am not who I was.
I want me back.
I am not the same.
I thought I was stronger than this.
I wanted to fight
I wanted to fight and survive
I wanted to fight and survive and live.
My dreams have flown away leaving an empty husk behind.
Where did I go wrong?
Is it too late?
Am I too late?
Can I start over?