Who Am I?

Who am I?

Wife, Mother, daughter?

 Are we defined by the labels placed upon us?  When do we actually figure this out?

For some it seems to come so easily, others will die and never know.

Why do we try to be what others want us to be?  Strong, weak, victim, survivor, why do we give others such power over us, our mind, our bodies?

I used to turn my mind off and shut out the pain.  Perhaps it was safer there? Maybe that’s why I’m an over-thinker now, maybe that’s how I didn’t lose my mind in the first place. But at what cost? Maybe the reality is I did.

How do we learn to trust when many have been so untrustworthy, is it easier to not know,

to not question

to not be?