For the first time in my life I am lost. Lost in who I am as a person, lost in what my path is, and lost in where I am supposed to be in this life.
I used to think I knew who I was, what I was all about, and what I wanted out of my life. My goal was to go to college, graduate, get a job, and have a life. Maybe just maybe squeeze in falling in love. Yet now after everything I’ve been through in this life because of my bad choices (obviously), misdirection, and more. It really is all my fault, I always thought I knew who I was, now as I sit here writing this I am really questioning every single step I’ve ever taken, every single thought process, and every single path.
It is frustrating not knowing who one is. I think a sense of identity comes in High School. I knew I always wanted to be a writer, but never knew how to obtain it, or even what steps were needed to become that type of writer or set that fire underneath me to get out there and do it. I feel like, what am I missing? Am I missing the passion, the drive, the desire, the need to be a writer?
Then again what does it take to be a writer? What kind of level of persistence does one need, the first thought comes to mind is, “Lois Lane” from “Superman” she was amazing, a fighter, my kind of reporter to find truth, justice, and getting her voice heard through her articles. I used to idolize her so much, well really the concept of who she was. I guess with the fact that so many doors are being slammed in my face, the courage I once had is being chipped away in bigger chunks than what they were before.
Do you feel like you have no idea who you are anymore? How do you overcome it? Does there need to be a level of support or something to help you meet who you are, or is this all about self discovery? I guess I am not sure who I am anymore or my path.