I’m having a struggle.

An identity struggle

And sometimes a girl just needs to write things out.

WARNING: This blog might not make one lick of sense…and I. Don’t. Care.

What makes me, me? What drives me? What are  my goals? What are my dreams? What is my objective here on earth?

I don’t know.

That’s the real, hard, honest truth. I don’t know.

Let me get this straight: I know my worth and I have TONS to live for. This is in no way me doubting life or existence. No. Way.

But what makes me different and unique? I feel like I’ve lost myself somewhere. I’ve killed myself trying to please everyone else.

CONFESSION: I care too much what people think about me.

I’ve spent a good portion of my life trying to change myself. I haven’t spent enough time enjoying who I am.

 

The value of identity of course is that so often with it comes purpose.

                                              - Richard R. Grant

 

This post has no resolution. No epiphany.

I have no self discovery to end with.

I’m just writing it out…

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