The days go by with a swirling, hazy lack in Circadian Rhythm. It's at night when I'm most awake, my head pounding with thoughts of day.

People come and go, entering my consciousness, only to leave as quickly as they came. These little pores, the tiny holes left by something lost, are quickly filled by new knowledge, new acquaintances, new experiences.

The pit never re-forms, the cavern has crumbled, filling in the empty spaces.

There's a peaceful aspect to life, the part leaving me with the ability to laugh, to keep going, despite my past. The thing that reminds me every day of who I am.

Once, I lost myself; an identity never reclaimed. I fear I'm not who I used to be, but I am someone. I am a person I'm proud of.

I'm proud to say my name. I'm proud to look people in the eye. I am many things. But I am not ashamed of who I am.

I am intelligent. I am brave. I am kind.

These may not always be clear. They are not always noticeable, and there are times when I doubt them, but there's a voice in my head that reminds me not to judge myself for my past.

I can't look back. I never will again. I do not regret that part of my life, for it has shaped me, made me stronger.

I love my life, I love myself, and I love the world that I hope to one day change.