losing myself

Have you ever felt like you were no longer yourself? That confusing state when you can’t recognize the person you’ve become? Just the other day, I was catching up with a friend, and it hit me: he was no longer talking to the extroverted girl he knew a year ago back in campus. That vibrant person was gone; now, he was conversing with an introvert—the kind of person who keeps to herself, observing the world and wondering why everyone is so loud.

These days, I’d rather buy some crisps, binge-watch my favorite series, “How to Get Away with Murder,” and let that make my weekend enjoyable. The girl who used to thrive in crowded clubs, just to be part of the “cool kids,” is long gone. Now, I find myself in a state of confusion; I seriously can’t tell who I’ve become. Was I living a lie all along, or is this just a phase? It’s a total contrast in personality.

I can handle outdoor activities, but not the noisy ones. I recharge by spending time alone; I feel drained after being around large groups for too long. This doesn’t mean I’m shy—if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s speaking my mind when necessary. Different? Yes, but this has become my normal, and it’s okay to be different.

I hope someone relates to this and shares their own experiences of losing themselves—or finding themselves.

Till then, take care of your precious selves!!

ideal weekend