How do I grieve the person I was before everything changed?

Mirabai knew this ache. She was a princess, raised for duty and marriage, until devotion rewrote her life completely. That person — the one with a clear path, a name that meant something in the palace — had to die for her true self to live. The grief is real. It's not weakness or self-pity. You're mourning an identity that shaped your decisions, your safety, maybe your entire sense of belonging. That person had answers. Now you're asking new questions. But here's what Mirabai learned: the person you were wasn't false. She was a beginning. The version of you that's grieving right now — that's not less real. It's more awake. More honest. It hurts because you're no longer pretending. Let yourself name what you've lost specifically. Not 'my old life' — but 'my certainty,' 'my family's approval,' 'the version of myself others recognized.' Grief gets smaller when it gets specific. And somewhere in that grief, you'll find what you actually wanted that identity to give you. That's what you're really looking for now.