Who Am I When I Am Just Me?

Moving to another country is challenging for many reasons. 

Most of which I anticipated. 

Establishing a new life in any new place is hard but I’ve done it so may times now, I considered myself a pro. 

What I did not anticipate however, is this strange sensation of who am I if I am not who everyone tells me to be? 

Who am I when there is no feedback about my
contributions, my skills, or how I affect other people?

Who am I when I can’t outwardly hear the chatter of other people’s beliefs, ideals, politics, opinions.  

Who am I when I am just me? 

That’s a question I’ve never really asked myself before. 

I dont have the answer. (Obviously.) 

I’m sort of still in shock that it never occurred to me to ask. 

(I’ve also learned that, apparently, my brain is really good at tricking my damn self into feeling nothing, so I don’t think there is anything there to feel.)

Haha. Bodies are weird. 

I think I remember saying something along the lines of
You can’t heal your heals if you don’t feel your feels. 

That leaves only one option, then. 

Cheering for you and for me ‘cuz, woah. 
Sending you all the love in the world. ​