Journal

I think I thought I was no longer the same person. That the challenges I faced somehow morphed me into something else entirely. I now realize, after reading those old journal entries, that I have always been the same person. I have faced insurmountable obstacles and yet I am still me. The essence of who I am has not died. What a relief. 

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