- Nov 24, 2016
I was thinking about this all day . I've lived my whole life for the satisfaction of others and rarely thought of myself. At the critical time in my life , I started dating my now husband. My life became about him and only him and still remains that way today. My identity revolves around the happiness of others and I don't think I know how to be happy anymore because I don't exactly know what makes me happy anymore. I feel that I eccentally don't know who I am as a person. It's a very lonely place not to know. When I was young I was so carefree and now... I guess I sometimes wish I could go back to that. To get back to what I was saying before... i'm starting to feel a real resentment towards some of the people I love and care about because I feel as if they've "stolen" me. If that makes any sense. I never gotten a chance to learn me, discover me, or realize my purpose in life. I walk around everyday like a nobody. I am plagued by this question and I don't know how to answer it. Who am i? I wish I knew.