Some days, I feel there is no pain that surpasses that of loss
Especially the loss of self
Loosing yourself hurts in a numbing way
You are a witness to a horrible happening
But you are hardly in control of it
The end leaves you with nothing but emptiness
So is the joy of self-discovery
The happiness that seeps in when you step out of your cocoon
The relief that comes with stretching your  being to places you only imagined
That feeling can never be put in perfect words 
It can only be truly relished when felt
What I can assure you,friend, is you can experience that joy if you ever felt the pain
Because they are separated by a thread
One before the other
Ashley