The thing about losing yourself is that you don’t realize it until its too late. You don’t realize it until you look back and the “you” you knew is no longer there. You lose yourself, over time. Little pieces of you.
Every time you say “yes” when you want to say “no.”
Every time you want to say something, but choose to remain silent.
Every time you dim yourself to let someone else shine.
Every time you make yourself feel small.
Losing yourself never happens drastically. It’s never a quick occurrence. It’s slow moving like mist over a lake. It creeps up on you. It wallows and waits in the darkness until “you” is a thing of the past, until there is nothing left to lose. Until the person “you” once knew is replaced by someone who looks like you, acts like you, behaves like you but is completely unrecognizable from the person “you” once knew.
That’s the thing about losing yourself, you don’t realize it until its too late.