I was a very happy/chatty friendly infant and toddler. But somewhere between that time to age 5 or 6... "She" was gone. I had to go into recovery and it was there that I had to choose between grieving who I once was... or take a firm stab at who I will become. I chose character development and decided to be a blank canvas... and am still working on who I will become. Whatever shows up on the post traumas canvas... will be my "essence".
I don't know that I will ever be the 9 month old walking, talking, prodigy... happy, sunny, that I once was. That is, for me okay. Provided I come out the other side with a decent, generally beneficial, occasionally or more happy or peaceful/calm life.