A person standing in front of a mirror with a reflection that is blurred and fragmented, symbolizing confusion and self-doubt. The background depicts turbulent water on one side, representing days of feeling overwhelmed and drowning, while the other side shows a calm, clear sky, symbolizing days of feeling more in control. The person appears torn between these two worlds, with expressions of fatigue and determination. In the foreground, there are scattered medications, hinting at the struggle with reliance on them. Overall, the image conveys a sense of internal conflict and the search for identity and stability.

So, who am I?

I won’t apologize for who I have come to be because who the hell am I if I can’t be me.

So who am I?  I have been asking myself that question for a while now and I am disappointed that I do not know the answer.  I know what I feel like on a day to day basis.  I know that some days I feel like I am drowning from the moment I wake up until the moment my eyes close.  Some days I think I feel like I am myself, or at least some form of who I think I should be.  Other days I barely keep my head above water.  Quite a while ago, and yes I am aware I have not been posting much, I wrote about getting off the variety of meds the VA had put me on.  I wrote an entire untitled post about stuff about it.  In May of last year, I stopped taking the meds against the advice of those at the VA and did just fine.  I kept my head above water for a long time.

Three days ago I actually asked them to put me back on them.  I am tired of just barely staying afloat.  I am tired of second guessing myself.  I am tired of sucking at being an adult.  I am tired of forgetting simple shit.  I am tired of being tired.  I took nearly a month to admit to myself and convince myself to go.  I made it 250 days and it pisses me off that I need them again.  Yes, I realize there is nothing wrong with needing them.  I have heard all the comments from those who have shared them with me.  To quote myself from 250 days ago, “I needed to know who I was without them and I wanted to know. I was going to find out with or without the support of the folks at the VA.”  250 days and I still do not know that damn answer.  It is elusive. It sucks and I do not like it one bit.

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