Gone but not forgotten

I wrote this all-revealing, life altering, post last night about my past and who I am vs. who everyone thinks I am. It was long, like a page or so long and it took a lot inside for me to write that. I poured my heart and soul into it and didn’t hold anything back. After I finished it I literally knocked out, as if writing it just sucked up all of the energy in me. Halfway through the sleep/coma that I’d fallen into I woke up and turned off my computer so it wouldn’t overheat…when I woke up I realized that everything I’d written down and thought I’d saved was…gone. I thought I’d be sad about that but I realize that I was probably not going to publish any of that in the first place, nor am I sure that I’m even going to publish this. I realize that I wrote what I did purely for myself, and that all the thoughts and feelings that I put down last night are still inside of me anyway. 

I guess what I really wanted to say is that I basically woke up today as not a new person, but a person who is more comfortable with herself. As a person who is glad that she is alive, and as a person who is trying to understands what she really wants and needs out of life, and is trying to reach that while making sure she becomes stronger and wiser every day.