I had another in Journal

Breakthrough, today. They seem to be coming fast and furious, now.
I feel like a new person after each one. And I’ve remade myself so many countless times that it seems surreal when I read my own writing.
It is… Without description, this feeling I have, to know that for every breakthrough, now, I was broken, as a tiny infant. As a child, I was shattered with impunity.
Why?
What for?
I will never know the true shape of my natural personality. I will see the true shape of my children, though.
And that is enough for one life, I think.