Sometimes you don’t just miss a person. You miss a version of yourself.
The you who laughed more easily. The you who wasn’t so tired. The you who believed in things without overthinking them. It’s strange to grieve someone who still exists… but not in the same way.
Growing changes you. Hard days change you. Survival changes you. And sometimes you look in the mirror and wonder where that softer, lighter version of you went.
But here’s the gentle truth: they didn’t disappear. They grew with you.
Every version of you was doing the best they could with what they knew at the time. That carefree you? They carried hope. This current you? You carry strength, awareness, depth. You are not “worse.” You are different because you have lived.
It’s okay to miss who you used to be. Just don’t forget to honor who you are now. You are still becoming. And one day, you might look back at this version of you with tenderness too. 🤍















