Identity
This is an open letter to everyone I know.
What is my identity?
I'm a brother, a son, a nephew, a cousin, a friend,an employee, a coworker, a dork, a geek, a gamer, a reader, a writer and many more.
But are any of those things my identity?
No.
From where I'm standing right now an identity is what we identify ourselves as whether it matches to what the public sees us as or not.
In the last couple days I've been questioning just what my identity is. Not the identity the people around me have forced on me but the real person behind the facade.
Turns out that the person I thought I was doesn't exist.
I'm here to ask that while I'm not ready to explain just yet I want you to keep an open mind when I do. I'm not asking not to bat an eye when I do or anything. Just let me know you are still there for me if I need you.
I searched long and hard to get to this point in my life but I still don't fully understand it so don't rush me either; I'll tell everyone when I'm ready and not one second before.
I finally know what has been wrong all my life so don't ruin this for me please.