I went through a whole grieving process when I realized that there was a good chance I would never be the "old me", that my old dreams were not likely to ever become reality and that my old life before MI was gone. It was like I was mourning the death of someone close to me, and I guess I was. They say the final stage of grief is acceptance. I guess I'm there no. I have a new reality, a different life and a different me. I don't have to like it, but if I want to move forward, I have to accept it.
But I sure miss me.
So this is my long winded way of saying, I feel you Bornunderabadsign