I was never allowed to have an identity as a child. My role was to act as a bucket for everyone else’s emotional problems so they wouldn’t have to face them themselves. I carried the burden of everyone else’s negative feelings so they wouldn’t have to feel them themselves.

Being the emotional bucket for so long has completely divorced me from my self. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what I feel.

Until recently I would seek out people I could leech an identity from, unfortuneatly leeching all their emotional problems as well. Now that I have distanced myself from those people I feel… lost…I feel compelled to construct a false identity.

Who am I, really? How do I find myself?