Who am I?


Hey everyone,

Hope everyone is feeling ok and if you not, well that is ok too as you’re only human. Sunday evening is trickling down to nothing soon it will be Monday morning before we know it. As I say every week I hate leaving my weekend bubble, yes that is because I love being in my pajamas and drinking my body weight in tea. It is also because Monday morning is the first day of the week you have to put that mask on. I have no choice but to wear that “I’m ok” mask as my job involves making sure people who are more vulnerable then myself, are ok. I have to act my ass off some days but Mondays are always the worst.
Anyway enough of my usual Sunday evening moaning, I hope everyone has had a great weekend whether that’s been just chilling on the sofa watching Netflix or catching up with friends at a bar, I hope it has been great. I have learned one thing this weekend and that is picking a shade of paint for your lounge is made harder when you have anxiety and there are 20 different shades of teal!

Today’s post is all about that question that many people ask themselves:

Who am I?

Who am I? Am I the person that people label me?
• Crazy
• Bitch
• Selfish
• Cold
• Unsociable
• Fat
• Broken

Or am I:
• Smart
• Confused
• Funny
• Angry
• Misunderstood

Maybe I am all those things, maybe I am not. The only person that can dictate to us who we are is ourselves. I have bipolar and I have anxiety I have fucked up relationships with my family and don’t even get me started on my food issues but that does not define who I am. Labels are for jars not for people.
We spend our life’s being put into boxes, from the reading group we get put into at school to being labeled the black sheep of the family.
People can have an opinion of you but that doesn’t mean they know you, they haven’t walked in your shoes and they never will. It is so easy to take on other people’s opinions as our own.
Who am I? well, it can change on a daily basis, one day I can be strong and brave, a force to reckoned with, then other days I am fearful and in need of protection.
Who we are is down to us and us alone.

it’s not who you are underneath, it’s what you do that defines you.

Rachel Dawes – Batman begins

Take care all

Vixxy rose

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