I do! I’ve been thinking about this question all night.

There’s something about me now that feels more steely. Competent. Not that I don’t need anyone or don’t need help, but I know I can get through some pretty rough shit.

The old me was so much softer and more afraid. I feel like she needed the me that I am today and I wish I could’ve been there to help her.

I love who I am now and I am very happy with my life now, but there’s something about that time that I will always miss, I think.