Not The Same

I am not the person i used to be,
Although i have the same name, same features, I am not the same.

I am not the sick one,
the ‘be careful what you say around her’ one.
I am not known for being unwell anymore, although this is how it’s felt for years until recently.
I am not tip-toed around,
Whispered about under a breath,
Warned about to others ‘just incase’,
I am not self concious,
I am not misunderstood,
Because i am not the same.

I understand my emotions, my thoughts, my behaviours.
They dont occupy my mind for half the time they used to.
I’m not cured.
There is one thing for certain though-
I’m better.
I’m well.
I’m free.
And i am NOT the same.