How do I find the answer to this question?
Who am I? Does everyone face this question at some point in their life?
Can you tell me who I am? Can I find someone to answer that for me?
Who am I? Is a question that I have been thinking about recently. Someone asked me the other day, “Who are you?” And I did not know how to answer. Since, I have been asking myself “Who am I?” How do I find the answer to this question?
I’m 26, I’m a teacher, I’m a writer, I’m a blogger, I’m a muslim, I’m a sister, I’m a daughter, I’m a friend, I’m a procrastinator, I’m a foodie, I’m a coffee addict, I’m an over-thinker.
I’m a creative.
I love reading and I prefer the world inside my head, where magic exists and time does not.
Oh, I can also tell you the many things that I hate about myself. I hate that I have very bad anxiety, I hate that I’m so awkward in social situations, I hate that I get very nervous in interviews, I hate that I can’t trust people, I hate that I feel like I have failed in every aspect of my life, I hate that I cry over everything, I hate that I am too hard on myself.
I’m on my journey to self-discovery. I feel stuck, I feel lost, I feel confused.
Right now, I am questioning my existence.
My google search history: ‘How do I find myself.’ ‘ How do I figure myself out.’
I haven’t been able to focus lately, I have a voice inside my head that won’t shut up. I say I’m ‘trying to figure myself out.’ And I don’t know what that means. Will I ever find myself? The world tells you to ‘be yourself’ but when you do, ‘not like that.’ And throws a long list of expectations.
Your mid-twenties are CRAZY. I’m trying to sort out my life, find myself, find my career, take time out for my friends, on top of that, I feel like I’m dodging curveballs that are being thrown at me from every direction. I just want a break.
I wake up everyday and I choose myself, I choose healing.
I started to write because I want to share my journey to self-discovery.
I started to write because I desperately want to understand the person that is living inside me.
I started to write because I want to escape reality and writing allows me to do that. Writing allows me to create a world that I want to be in. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write because I am in love with the world that I’ve created inside my head.
I started to write because I’m in control of my story, how it starts and how it ends.
I started to write because I can write about the people I love who are no longer alive. I write to keep them alive.
The more I write, the more this crazy world makes sense to me. I write because I truly believe that I am in control of how my story ends.
Who am I? Right now, I am alive.