Last night as I struggled to fall asleep I thought of my younger self once again. I missed her. The her that I used to be. I smile when I think of her. She had so much spunk, so much strength, and no matter what anyone said or did to her she always believed in herself. She had such love for herself. She always believed that if she worked hard enough she could make all her dreams possible. She shined so brightly in this world with her smile and confidence. She had so much faith in herself. Her eyes were filled with clarity and hope when she looked at the world around her. I laid in my bed and felt such sorrow thinking of her, the me I used to be. I miss her. I miss me. I miss the girl I used to be. When did I lose her to this world? Where did she go? How can I bring her to life again? Now, this young woman that is me is only a pale shadow of her.