“I Don’t Know Who I Am Anymore”—How to Reconnect with the Woman You Were Before Life Happened

It doesn’t happen in one dramatic collapse. It happens in moments so small you almost miss them.

Standing in the grocery store aisle, staring at rows of cereal and realizing you don’t even know which one you like anymore. Hearing your own laugh and realizing you haven’t heard it in months. Catching your reflection in a mirror and feeling like you’re looking at someone you used to know.

That’s when it hits—soft but heavy, right in the center of your chest:

“I don’t even know who I am anymore.”