I grieve

I grieve for who she was before the bullying broke her down.

I grieve for who she was before the pandemic hit and she became fearful of becoming sick.

I grieve for who she was before anxiety took over her very being and stopped her from truly enjoying life.

I grieve for who she was before she had a negative outlook over everything.

I grieve for who she was before she became withdrawn and uninterested in almost everything.

I grieve for who she was before she doubted her ability to succeed.

I grieve for who she was before she no longer believed the positive affirmations spoken into her and over her life.

I grieve for who she was before the light in her eyes was taken away.

I grieve for who my child used to be.

I grieve. I grieve. I grieve.