I’m finding as I navigate my way through one of the hardest times my life has known, into the world beyond, that I am in a constant state of confusion. Not by other people’s doing, but by my own. For I am not the person I once was, and I wouldn’t want to be. But I don’t know this new person. She feels too much, trusts too little. She doesn’t stand on firm ground, instead hangs in an uneasy balance. She has a mask that she tries to hide behind, quite unsuccessfully. She steps out boldly, only to retreat in fear. She’s eager to feel whole again, but doesn’t know how.