Identity.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe I'm isolating myself again...a part of me doesn't know why... a part of me thinks I need space. That I can figure out who I truly am in this solitary confinement. But all I figure out is that I'm lost. Quite lost. And each day I find out how much more I don't know...me. I know the basics...name, birthdate, status, orientation, height, weight, family, those basics...but every other detail, I'm slightly fuzzy on. It's like I think it's me, but then I question if I'm just picking up on other people.
I thought I figured maybe what I want to do with my life. I told one person, then shut up and recanted, as I realized I sounded ridiculous. I am still remaining mum on my secret ambition. On what I think I could do. But, then there's other things...things I feel called to do. I feel pulled in many directions; what I want to do, what God wants me to do, what others think I should do...I think that just adds to my not knowing who I am.

identity...
Oh...identity...one of those words that a dictionary can't really define with its words.