I got married at a young age to someone who was nine years my senior. The person I married was someone who was a privileged individual who couldn't see eye to eye with me on many issues, topics, and ways of being. After the divorce, I realized that a great portion of my life had slipped through my fingers, and I lost myself. Before marriage, I was involved in numerous creative activities where I felt free. When my ex moved out, every emotion imaginable welled up in me. I felt like I could breathe while grieving the absence of items that I had become accustomed to seeing every day. Once I moved past the grieving stage, I found myself engaging in hobbies and activities that lifted my spirit. I also grieved the person I was before marriage. She is still in me, but she is older, wiser, and more resilient.