The typical person wouldn't know what I mean by this, but I know a lot of moms who would.
We change constant. Every new stage in life molds us into a different version of ourselves. The path to growth is sometimes unpleasant in many ways, but we still know who we are.
Three years, three months and fourteen days ago... The person in that picture became a stranger; not only to me, but to almost everyone that knew her. Eventually she started to mold. She started to get to know the new her. She started to fit in to a new way of life made for the person she was becoming.
Then it happened again... with a new diagnosis, the stranger returned.
Numb. Scared. Helpless.
Unsure how to navigate this new course and wishing for the strength of a person she once knew; she carries on. Pretending to be herself.