Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming...
Right now I’m thinking about how naïve and vulnerable I once was. And remembering how I have since managed to crawl out of a bottomless pit.
Honestly, my present reality often seems too good to be true. My current life is the perfect idyllic dream I had as a child. I have everything I could ever want or need.
So, connecting the dots of “what happened?!” between teenage Lucy and present-day Lucy makes less and less sense to me by the day.
Once upon a time, I wasn’t aware how other people affected my mental health and I wasn’t aware how fragile life could be.
Now I’m hyper-aware. I see, hear, and feel bad intentions. And I’m drawn to people with innate caring and compassionate personalities.
But the more aware I become of my new perspective... the less my past self makes sense.
Hindsight and reflection are great, but when something from the past pushes itself into my daydream, it hurts that I didn’t have the strength I now have. Out of nowhere, life opens old wounds.
I find myself looking for answers to problems only my old-self needed to solve.
The new lesson I need to learn is: letting go. Letting go of the pain that I don’t have to feel any more. Letting go of my anger. Letting the ghosts of my past rest in peace.














