My daughter’s life changed me. My daughter’s death changed me. They walk hand in hand. I don’t think you can become a mom without a shift. And you can’t give that child back without an even bigger one. But at this moment, I think I am who I need to be. I’m where I need to be on this journey. I am trying to give myself a little grace and a little space for the changes I don’t like. For the anxiety and fear. For being scattered. Because not all of the changes have been bad. And the truth is, I feel like the core of who I am is the same. I think I am more compassionate. I understand empathy more fully. I think I am more grounded. I have a perspective on life that some may lack. I am more resilient. And I still believe that love is stronger than everything else.