Who is me?
As I sit here writing my first entry, the only question in my head is who is me? Who am I? The answer I come to is… I don’t know. Have I ever known?… I have been in places in my life where I have felt so much happier and alive than I do now but even in those moments, did I know who I was? Did I feel like myself? Who is me? Pre-covid I was this energetic, carefree and “happy” human. Since then I have became a mother, a stay at home mam, part time worker & full time business owner. Do I feel successful at any of these things I just mentioned. Not really. I feel the weight of it all. Weight I just want to pick up and f**k into the bin. Not to mentioned the weight of my midriff area, that could also be shedded, which in a way defiantly contributes to my feelings of being lost and constantly in a battle with my mind…. Am I depressed? Am I sad? I missing something? Do have fomo? Watching so many people living their “best lives”… Do I do enough? If I lose weight everything will...