The me that is and the me that used to be - these persons are so far apart, living separate lives, and telling completely different stories of what those lives are like. I used to live in a constricted, wrapped up tight place - fighting to get out, to be free, to be me. Everyday was a battle, one that I was losing but it didn’t matter because I was fighting. I got up and tried to cram all of living into this tiny hole that for some reason kept feeling emptier and heavier. I rushed around trying to do all the things and be all the things, making the space to be me smaller and smaller. Trying so hard to be me that I had no energy to just sit and be me. It felt that if I stopped I no longer was. I was no longer worth living. Running around in circles day after day chasing the me that would never be. Pretending not to hate it was the hardest part of my life. I somehow realized in all of...