Missing the Old Me…

Today I’m missing the old me. The me that existed before chronic pain, chronic illness, and worsening depression and anxiety robbed me of so many things.

The me that used to climb trees:

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The me that often used to hike up a trail and sit at the edge of a waterfall:

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The me that was up for outdoor adventures in any weather:

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The me that used to do silly things like go ghost hunting at night:

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I know it’s not my fault that things have changed, but I still miss that old me.