Tell me

Who am I?

I am someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, a friend, an enemy, an acquaintance, an employee, a stranger. But what does it really mean, to be me?

When I truly search myself, I know that I am still flailing. Just as I was a year ago. I fear that I may not recognize me when I finally find me.

Is this normal? Does other people feel this way?

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