This whole process has ups and downs. I’ve been so joyful and celebrated my new life. Living as openly and honestly as I can. Taking care of myself and my person. Yet, there is something to be said about grief for who you were. I do not dislike who I was, the unfortunate events and environment that I was in created the person I became to survive, but I am not that person anymore. I grieve over her. She was kind, soft, and beautiful. She could light up a room.
