I don’t feel like myself.
I allowed my world to be consumed.
Taken over by this anger.
Anger at the world.
Anger at myself.
Paired with a chilling frustration.
One that doesn’t let me sit still.
I don’t enjoy this one bit.
I don’t like what I’ve slipped into.
Easy to change though.
If I wanted to, I could change.
Right here and now.
It would take swallowing of pride.
Owning up to what it—
To what has happened.
Just get on with it already.
Return to yourself already, please.
You’ve lost, so what.
You’ve been here before.
Loss isn’t new. Neither is frustration.
This place you find yourself in—it’s familiar.
You know every inch of it, every shadow that lingers.
But just because you recognize it doesn’t mean you have to stay.
You’ve walked out of this darkness before.
You’ve found a way to move, even when every thought told you to sit still.
That’s the difference between who you are now and who you used to be—
Now, you know better.
You know that anger, frustration, and regret don’t define you.
They are passing moments, no more permanent than a single breath.
The only thing that lasts is what you choose to do next.
So choose.
Choose to step forward.
Choose to let go of what’s behind you.
Choose to become yourself again.
Because you were never lost.
You just forgot the way forward for a moment.
Now, it’s time to remember.
