No, you’re right, I’m not. I’ve said it before; I don’t know where “old me” is hanging out these days, but I miss her. She was carefree, positive and always had something funny to say to brighten up the days of others who were struggling (even if she was prone to taking the p*ss a bit?). Some days I wake up and I feel a bit like her; I feel like I could maybe do a day at work or go to a big event without so much as a single pang of anxiety or panic. Then there are the other days; the ones when I remember why I feel so different now. The days when I feel desperate and I miss Teddy so much that it consumes me.