My counselor asked me today if I was finding myself.

{silence}

Maybe a little.

When I think about who I am, I think about what I do, what I like, how I react in certain situations. And I think about Whose I am. But it’s a challenge for me to define who I am.

I have little sense of self because for so long, like a chameleon, I’ve changed to blend in with my surroundings. I’m finding it difficult to sit amidst a situation and just be…and be okay.

But I’m also finding that I’m stronger than I thought. I’m a survivor. And for today, that’s enough.