Moments where we look back and think of so many different things.

Moments where we imagine scenarios differently and think of new endings.

Moments of regret and moments of gratitude.

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Daria Volkova

A combination of longing for the past and running from it.

I look back to myself at 15 and regret the way that I treated myself.

I look back to the girl who has fallen in and out of love.

I look back to the girl who has lost friendships and discovered new ones.

I just look back to that girl.

The honest truth is that sometimes Im filled with such a longing to just go back to my past.

I tell myself that I just want to go back to those moments and fix her.

I want to travel back in time and align the pieces so that they fit better.

I want to rescue my past self from heartbreak and devastation.

Sometimes, I dont want to move on from her.

Sometimes you have to try with everything to let go of who you used to be.

Sometimes to get to breathe out fully, you have to leave her in the past.

You have to take these feelings through each stage of grief as you would anything else.

They were made for you to grieve yourself too.

Sometimes you have to grieve your past self so you can realize that the future will be different.

You have to leave behind your ex-lovers belongings and their broken promises.

Sometimes you truly have to grieve the loss of your past self.

In grieving your past self, you will experience the pain that comes from any other grief.

You will endure each stage, but it will feel different because its for you this time.

So I hope you look back to your past self and grieve what it feels like to lose her.

Ruminate about what you were like back then, and then move forward with who you are now.

Move through each stage of grief for yourself and understand that youre no longer that person.

The self that is ready for new adventures, new beginnings, new healing, and a new you.

The self that is begging you to quit looking for closure.

The self that wants to take everything youve been through, and becomes better because of it.

Sometimes we have to grieve the loss of our past self.Ultimately, this is what sets you free.