Best of all, I love her because she makes me feel like me.
I haven't really felt like me since before Austin died. An important part of me was gone and without that part all the other parts started crumbling too. I forgot how much I like me. The real me. The me I can't show anyone because that me has been hurt too many times so it built up walls and layers and shut everyone out but now I'm letting that all go finally and saying hey, this is me. I should not have to feel like I need to apologize for that.

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