My anxiety is good. I'm coping well. My nausea is finally under control by changing my diet. I'm losing weight. Thats all good. But I feel like I'm missing my identity and I feel like a part of me is missing. And I don't feel like myself. I know thats technically true that a part of me is gone. My mom says we shouldn't jump the gun and call my endocronolgist. She wants me to wait a bit. It really hasn't been that long. But when I look in the mirror its almost like I don't recognize myself.