I've been sitting with grief lately.

Not for something I lost.

For the version of me that had to disappear so I could survive.

The one who made herself smaller so consistently that small started to feel like her actual size.

I don't miss who she was.

But I grieve what she was trying to protect.

Is there a version of yourself you've never properly mourned? You don't have to share details — just tell me: yes or no.