identity

I often find myself recognizing the identities that others select/portray but only recently have I been able to recognize mine own.

It seems through grief I built up the identify of someone who rejects the holidays and the many traditions they bring. I have been able to foster that identity over the years out of my rejection of the idea that I no longer want to be alone.

Today though, this identity no longer serves me living my best life – as if I know what that means. I only know it is not the one I am actively participating in.

I do not want to be alone. I want to manifest love and companionship.

The more I am though the more I allow my anger and resentment towards him to build a world of darkness that scares me. Only days ago, I began taking steps to end the darkness and I am terrified.

identities that no longer define me …