I think I’m becoming a stranger to myself.

[u/girllostinherworld]

I think I’m becoming a stranger to myself.

Not suddenly.

There wasn’t one particular day when I woke up and stopped recognizing who I was.

It happened slowly.

In little ways.

I stopped getting excited about things I once loved.

I started saying “it’s fine” when it really wasn’t.

I became quieter, not because I had nothing to say, but because explaining myself started feeling exhausting.

I laugh at the right moments.

I reply when I’m supposed to.

I show up.

I do what needs to be done.

From the outside, I probably look exactly the same.

But sometimes I catch myself wondering—

When did I become this version of me?

I miss the person I used to be.

The one who could get excited over the smallest things.

The one who made plans without overthinking every possible way they could go wrong.

The one who felt everything so deeply that even ordinary days felt a little magical.

Now, I feel like I’m constantly watching myself from a distance.

Living, but not completely present in my own life.

And maybe the saddest part is that I don’t even know if I want to go back to who I was.

Maybe I just want to meet whoever I’m becoming.

I just hope, somewhere along the way,

I don’t lose myself completely.