I don’t know what the real me is anymore. I went from loving to play with the kids and do art projects with them to not being able to even be around them without wearing ear plugs and sometimes I can’t even manage with the ear plugs. Now the things that I used to love so much became awful anxiety fests. Parties, art work, play dates, reading to the kids, all of this is just so hard for me now and I don’t love it anymore. So sad.
I guess, I am not the same as I used to be. The old me is now dead, I have the memories, but not that personality anymore.
