For so many years I was outgoing, the girl people looked up to for advice; they admired my hair, my clothes, my personality. I had the self confidence people read about in self help books, only it came so easily to me. I never felt conceited, just never noticed how easily things came to me; outstanding grades were easy to obtain; I chose the boy I wanted to date; never the other way around and I always had a plan for my life at age 30. Until one day I woke up and it was gone, all gone, I looked in the mirror and the beauty I had seen was now faded, thoughts were harder to even create, my brain seemed foggy and distant, no longer holding the intelligence I knew I once had. So now I search, everyday, looking at everyone I see to find myself; the person who left while I slept. I cannot be this person who is plain, introverted, lost the smile that was my signature of happiness. I will find her when I least expect to find her and I know that it will be awkward to confront my former self but will make it my purpose to find myself again. I know when I see myself again, I will like what I see.