The other day I was talking to my sister on the phone and she commented that I sound different.
“I feel different” I responded.
I couldn’t quite figure out why I had felt different when just the week before I was drinking almost every night, not sleeping or eating well and feeling overwhelmingly bleck.
This week I only had two glasses of wine, went for multiple walks with Luke and Gwen, got a pedicure, got my hair cut and colored and bought some new postpartum clothes for when I return to work.
But it wasn’t just the exercise, or the hair or the clothes that made me feel different.
I realized mid-conversation I myself was different.
I no longer felt like Sean’s wife.
Not that I solely was defined by being a wife or mother, but when a woman becomes those things, they become a pivotal part of her identity.
I never thought that I’d have to lose you to help me find myself again.