Ruminating the prompt 5 years ago, I knew exactly where I was in my life at that time.
As I lie on the sofa, taking a break from the day, I scrolled through timehop for photographic evidence of who I was 5 years ago, and there it was, me in all my 5 years ago contentedness, though I remember now that was not the truth.
5 years later, so much loss, tragedy, change, and grief. I existed through many of those days merely longing for sleep and the chance to start again another day. When I look at my reflection in the mirror, it appears that those 5 years were more likely 10 or 15, never 5.
I quickly shot an updated photo, and surprisingly, not much had changed. I was in the same place, no make-up, hair pulled back in the same manner, while now gray, the hair that had gone through many transitions in the past 5 years, was exactly at the same length. I was not that much different after all, except for the honesty; this photograph was honest.
Feeling as though you will never "be yourself" again is a scary, but coming through it and realizing that who you thought you were is just a part of who you are, and only a small part of who you will be, leaves your future wide open