Where did she go?
Where did she go? This girl. She was fun-loving, free-spirited, care-free. She had the whole world in her hand and her whole life ahead of her. Where did she go? I've been asking myself that a lot lately. Yes, this is me. When I was thinner. Happier, or so I thought. Before my spiral into a darker place. Before my life changed and I couldn't seem to break free from the chains that continue to grip me to this day. This is 1997. El Cajon, California. My mother took this picture. She was staying with me while my then husband was deployed. This was before my illness really got the best of me. I miss the days of being healthier, more flexible, able to move easier. I miss being that 20-something person. With my whole life ahead of me. I miss the person I used to be and wish I could get her back. Sure, there are things I would not take back like the cheating during my first marriage. Would God have blessed me with a healthy baby in that case? I don't know. His plans are Hi...