Who Am I?
All of our lives we are asked, "Tell me about yourself. Who are you?" For most of us we define ourselves based on another person. I'm a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend. But that's not all of who I am. Those are facets and it depends on whom I'm talking to the images could be completely different. I myself feel like a great wife some days, failure others. But, to get to know me takes time and effort because we try to present our best selves. So, would you know I am a person who suffers from mental illness or from chronic pain? Would you know some days I'm Buddhist, some days I'm a witch, some days I dream up world's, and other days I destroy them. Each person we meet only shows a small glimpse of who they really are. So the question of "Tell me about yourself" deserves the time to explore. At this moment, I claim writer as my descriptor. Not because I'm no longer any of the others, but because at this moment that's what's getting me through the days. You see for me that's the only way I get to escape my reality, my routine.
For me, things are a bit boring. I wake up, take my handful of prescriptions, get into my shell, put some essential oils in the diffuser, brush my hair and teeth, get some water, and back to bed I go, removing my shell before actually lying down. That small amount of walking and moving was enough to wear me out. I've been in this position before, but it doesn't get easier. This is actually my third back surgery. My second spinal fusion. The only thing I can do right now is to just let my body heal at its own pace. So, in bed I stay until it's time to walk again. So, words are my escape. My story is my escape. So, what story would you like to hear?