I don’t know who I am

I don’t know who I am.

I look in the mirror and I see my face. I know what it looks like. I know my name. I know where I was born. But I still don’t know who I am.

Once, I was told that I was just a tramp. Trash. Nobody.

I believed them.

I’ve been struggling my whole life to believe that I am actually worth something. I feel unwanted and pushed down to the bottom, despite my skills and knowledge I meticulously acquired. I feel unworthy everyday.

Every day I swim in the oceans too heavy for my soul.

5 thoughts on “I don’t know who I am

  1. Perhaps- all those derogatory statements stemmed from those who had fearful reasons you were already starting outgrow them and this was their only desperate way left to sabotage you, just to keep you anchored … to them. And perhaps again- it’s time to stop believing them and start believing in yourself, first and foremost?

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