Best Friend in School V. Mental Health

She was my best friend. My strength. My courage. Now she’s gone. She left me. She gave me the courage to be myself. Now that she’s elsewhere, I’ve lost myself. Today, I saw a glimpse of my old self. The one who tells off bullies. The one would ignore certain teachers to talk with friends. The one who could have fun during class. The one who would get shy when a teacher called her out. She knew she was being a rebel and loved it. I missed the true rebel in me. I want it back, Slowly, I am healing. It’s a long process. It’s going to take time. I will be myself, all with time.