I was me, before you, and now I am a 'we'. We is not bad, or horrible, it is just different. Some days the 'we' is me and my daughter. Some days are me and the man I love. Some days the we is really the parts of me that are infused with how someone treated me, or how their actions altered me. For many years it has been hard to find the 'me' in all that 'we', but with faith, and a little patience I am finding her. Sometimes the parts of 'we' who were never me cloud over and I loose myself. That is when I come here and write. I write to find me in all that shit. To find the 'me' that is left and untouched by the day to day and the abusive nature of others. I hate the word victim, but in reality, we all are a victim of something... I am a victim of we. I am a woman. I am a mom. I am a lover. I am a wife. I am a friend. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a believer. I am me... with a lot of you mixed in, thankfully. |