I Don’t Miss Who I Was — I Miss What I Believed

I don’t miss the old me.

I miss the belief that things would work out if I tried hard enough.

I miss the optimism that hadn’t been bruised yet.

I miss trusting people without bracing for impact.

Life didn’t make me bitter — it made me realistic.

I still hope.

I’m just more selective about where I place it.

The loss wasn’t innocence.

It was illusion.

And I’m stronger without it.

Tag line:

Unhinged But Alive — illusions shattered, still standing.