I don’t know about you, but I definitely had an identity when I used to drink and take pills all the time.

This is tough girl. I was indestructible. I used to run into mosh pits purposely to get hit in the face by big burly men.

I remember my mother crying one morning seeing me and my disfigured face with two black eyes. I just laughed.

I didn’t know who I was.

Feel like I have released a lot of that and stepped out to my true self.

Now, even if we have an idea of a good.

positive person, this can be limiting for us.

As we grow and change we have to keep shedding identifiers. Otherwise it feels like we are trying to force a mold that doesn’t quite fit anymore.

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