There was me, a me that didn't have to look over her shoulder, or grow tense when she found herself alone in an elevator or stairwell with a strange man. Then two men pinned her to a couch and now there is me, a me that trusts only a paranoid instinct.
There was me, a me swept up in the co-dependent romance of loving a depressed alcoholic. Then she saw that romance pushed to its extreme end in the form of Sean's lifeless body, dead from a self-inflicted gunshot, and now there is me, a me that worries every great love will end with great loss.
There was me, a me that couldn't remember a time when she didn't want to be a mother. Then she became a mother, with a positive pregnancy test, and her heart broke the day that the pregnancy failed and now there is me, a me that will be alarmed by every pain in every first trimester of every pregnancy she has and will experience since that day.
There was me, a me that was mended by the promise of another positive pregnancy test and a Kenny Loggins song. Then those words "incompatible with life" tested that promise and shattered her world and now there is me, a me that won't believe doctors, ultrasounds, or prenatal testing until she sees and touches her child's fully-formed skull.
There was me, a me that was broken and weak and living with only an ember of hope in her heart. And she felt abandoned - by an alcoholic that would rather kill himself than live here with her, by an another alcoholic who would rather uproot his whole life than stay here with her, by a God that seemed to keep sending her grief. Her hope was fading to only an ember that threatened to extinguish, but she tended to its fading glow, fueled it, willed it to keep burning.
There was me, a me who took a step towards the unfamiliar and allowed herself to fall in love with someone who didn't need her, who wouldn't enable her, who would be her partner rather than her co-dependent. A me who was afraid to believe, and who wouldn't believe, that he wouldn't leave her. And along came two little girls, healthy and whole and full of promise. They couldn't heal the scars, they could only help me to see that all of this makes me, me. They are the colors of my world.
Now there is me, simply complicated by the peaks and valleys of the road I've traveled. Some days, I think I've got me all figured out. Other days, I have no idea who I am anymore. This is me.