I am not who I used to be.

I have looked depression in the face,

and I have spoken the language of anxiety.

I now know,

and I now understand.

I am not who I used to be.

Who I was a year ago,

that girl has ceased to exist.

That timid, tired, lost girl.

Now I am stronger,

I am hopeful and prepared.

I am not who I used to be.

I continued to push myself,

"enjoy life and live it to the fullest."

Motivation is key,

which I discovered opens the door to happiness.

I am not who I used to be.

I am not who I used to be,

and I will never become that girl again.

I am happy, loved, and free,

all because I'm not,

who I used to be.