In the months before the last attack, I had accomplished a lot and I felt very strong. I had graduated at the top of my class a year early, gave the keynote speech at the ceremony, I had weaned myself off of the antidepressants I’d been taking for 2 years, and I was beginning to really gain some self confidence, some identity. I was working part time, and volunteering teaching others about the bible. When I wasn’t doing those things, I was out with friends dancing or seeing movies or hosting game nights at my house. I felt so good, so secure. I felt close with god and my family, and the friends I had.
I can not tell you how much it pains me to look at where I am emotionally now compared to then. I can not tell you how late I stay up trying to pinpoint exactly when I let it start slipping.
For the past 6 months I feel like I have been out of body. Like I am a shell of the young woman I was starting to become. I liked that young woman. She was strong, smart, secure. I want to get that back. I feel like she is wandering around somewhere, and I have to catch her. I do not feel like myself and it scares me.
There are days, no, moments where I see her. Peaking around a corner, watching me, ever so alluring. I see her when I make good decisions, when I put myself first, when I reach a small goal. There is a poem by Shel Silverstein called Light in the Attic. I feel like I am both characters in this poem.