She thinks she lost her old self.
She gave up on trying to be the way she used to be, you know, before she welcomed a narcissist in her world.
She thinks she’ll never smile again, she’ll never be able to truly be happy and that this, what happened to her, will be something that will follow her till the rest of her life.
But nothing of this needs to stay like this. She doesn’t need to think badly of herself. She doesn’t need to say goodbye to her life or the way she used to be. She needs someone who’ll remind her how living the fullest feels.