It got worse

Every day is a struggle to keep going. I wake up with a heavy heart, weighed down by the knowledge that I’m drifting further and further away from the person I used to be. I try to hold on to the fragments of my old self, but they slip through my hands like sand. The harder I try to remember, the more I forget.

I’m scared. Scared that this feeling will never go away, that I’ll be lost forever. I want to find my way back, to rediscover who I am, but I don’t know where to start. The path ahead is dark and uncertain, and I’m afraid of what I might find.

But maybe, just maybe, this is the first step. Admitting that I’m lost, that I don’t know myself, is painful and bitter, but it’s also a beginning. A chance to strip away the layers of confusion and find the truth beneath. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be quick, but I have to try. For now, all I can do is take it one day at a time, hoping that somewhere along the way, it'll get better.

But what if I never do?