Six Versions of Me: A Quarter-Life Crisis and the Journey to Reclaim Myself
What am I doing here? I know I ended up here through my parents, and them through theirs, and on it goes. But, what exactly am I doing on earth? Other than being plagued with being one of the only people that can see through the painful dysfunction that was my entire immediate and extended family? I can't say for sure. I'm just thinking, do we have to wake up and go work for the next 50 or so years? Isn't there something else we can do? Something life giving ? Something less monotonous, maybe? ************************************************************* Growing up, it was drilled into me that my purpose in life was to keep my parents and siblings happy. That not even my singing, dancing, writing, drawing and cooking mattered. None of my art mattered especially if it outshined the person who, to date, can't stand me from as early as I can remember. Which is more of her own problem than it is mine. BULLY. That the life we were living was no...