7/25/2023

What makes us who we are?

I'm losing my story, my grasp on my narrative. I spent a long time crafting it and cultivating but it's fading now. It may come back but for a moment this morning I forgot who I was and where I was and it was a little scary. The family situation that is ongoing is rubbing off on me. 
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