A shadow of my former self.
A shadow of the life I used to live.
A shadow of what I used to do.
A shadow of the one who was once sister, daughter, friend.
This shadow is restricting.
It reminds me of how life could be.
It reminds me of potential left unmet.
It reminds me of how selfish this illness makes you become.
It reminds me of what could be.
This shadow is repressive.
The darkness tells me I am not me.
The darkness tells me of what I don't have.
The darkness reminds me of what I am not.
The darkness swallows up hope of light.
It is always cooler in the shade.
A shadow is rarely noticed.
A shadow is an imperfect imitation of something real.
A shadow is overshadow of real life.
A shadow of my former self.
Life should not be lived as a shadow.
I must strive to live in the light.
I must remember the me of now is the real me.
I must celebrate the many good parts of life.
I must shrug off the shadow,
be the me I am,
not bound by what was,
or what could be.
Stepping out of the shadow, into the light.
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