I just want to be happy, enjoy life ... live life. Why does it have to be so hard? Where is the confident, carefree and happy person I used to be? Who am I? I look in the mirror and see someone I don't know. She is hideously bloated, scared to take chances, negative no matter how hard she tries to think positive, and hides from the world because she is so ashamed of who she has become. No matter how much good and wonderful she has in her life, she only sees the bad. She is drowning in her own misery. I have come to despise her.