Identity

I lost my identity when I was 22.

I had only ever done one thing in my life—even if that wasn’t my choice—and it was just over.

I didn’t realize until I was 25 that I had lost my identity much earlier.

I might have never had one to begin with.

I knew I was the older sibling, and that made me responsible.

I knew that softball was my life.

I knew money was necessary and could make things better.

I knew I was different, and not everyone would be a fan if I showed that.

I knew blending in meant a quieter day.

I knew these things because it was what I was told.

Is that my identity? What even is an identity? Does it even matter?

In this society, your identity keeps you in line.

It keeps you in check.

Is that a different kind of identity?

Is how I identify myself different than others? How do you even identify yourself?

If I had to try and identify me, myself, and I, I’m not sure what would fit.

I am abrasive, maybe bold.

I am strong yet weak.

I fight for love hard.

I live to break the rules.

I know what is right and what is wrong.

I know how to love and to hate.

I know always to put myself first.

I know my worth.

If that is my identity, then I can accept it.

Identity means something different to us all.

I keep my worth in mind when the doubts start to creep.

I hope an identity crisis is not in your future, but stay strong and know only YOU can determine your true identity.