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Who am I? I don’t know, to be fair. I’ve been many different people in the past. So it’s hard for me to decipher which parts played were actually me and which versions were part of the act. I always try to be myself no matter the situation that I am dealt. Still, it’s challenging when you’ve lost yourself inside one of those passed played versions of yourself. Western medicine seems to push me down further into a familiar hell. At the same time, it’s supposed to be helping me from thinking obsessively or lodging this flesh sack off the freeway overpass thoughtlessly, to make myself feel “well”.

As the old dialogue still runs through hell. I want to be the best parts of me but it’s unfair as I still feel so far from me. Who am I, is the million-dollar question my reflection has not reflected or responded back to me. This journey of finding me sometimes feels like a lost cause as I have been constantly changing and new versions have replaced me. So who I am today can’t be the same version I was yesterday. I’ll always be on a quest to find myself, as change is the only constant humans nor medication can beat or rebel. Who am I, if not tomorrow’s elevated change of today’s self who yesterday was less aware of this version and part, my character manages to adapt into so well. I am who I am in this moment today, but ask me again tomorrow as that answer may change.

By Sierra Mazzucca