I don't know who I am

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SparklingIvoryAirCoffeeFilterInCharleroiWithLoneliness
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Wednesday, 28 May 2025
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The story

It’s not even like I woke up one morning and thought that... but yeah, I don't really know who I am anymore right now... It was a slow, agonizing realization, one that gnawed at the edges of my mind every damn day, like a relentless parasite. I’ve given up so much of myself for this relationship. My personality, my interests, my humor, my own fucking preferences. I remember how I used to laugh at stupid things, how I loved blasting heavy metal in the car and feeling the bass rumble through my chest. Now, I sit there in silence, pretending to enjoy his godawful indie playlists because, apparently, that's what "we" do. Do you see the irony? I don’t even know who I am because I’ve been eroded, worn down like some fucking rock in a stream. One little compromise at a time, I traded myself for this empty façade of “us.” But what about me?

I don’t even recognize my face in the mirror anymore. I used to wear bold makeup, vivid colors that made me feel fierce and powerful. Now, it’s all muted tones, subtle pinks, and nudes. Why? Because he said it was more “natural.” Natural? Who gives a shit? I used to stand up for myself, used to call people out on their bullshit, but now I find myself swallowing my anger like it’s some bitter pill I have to take just to keep the peace. I hate myself for it. I hate that I’ve become this quiet, compliant version of myself, a woman I’d probably roll my eyes at if I met her. And the worst part? He probably thinks I’m “happy” like this. Well, fuck that. I’m not happy. I’m trapped in a persona I created to survive this relationship, and I’m suffocating in it. How the hell did I get here?

I tried to claw my way back to who I was. I picked up my guitar again, the one I used to play every day before this relationship turned my world into a grayscale. But the strings felt foreign under my fingers. I couldn’t even remember the chords to my favorite song. It was like trying to speak a language I used to be fluent in but had completely forgotten. Do you have any idea how terrifying that is? To lose not just your interests but the muscle memory of who you used to be? It’s like my brain was reprogrammed, overwritten by his preferences, his needs, his fucking whims. And the scary thing is, I let it happen. Bit by bit, I chipped away at myself until there was nothing left but a hollow echo of the woman I used to be. And he didn’t even notice, or worse, he noticed and liked it.

Sometimes, I lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the fuck I’m doing. Who am I? Am I even a person anymore, or just some prop in his perfectly curated life? I fantasize about walking out the door, slamming it behind me, and reclaiming my fucking soul. But then I think about the logistics—where would I go, what would I do, how would I even start over? I feel like a ghost, haunting a life I never agreed to live, and I don’t know how to escape. I don’t want your sympathy. I don’t even want advice. I just want to scream into the void: I don’t know who I am anymore. And maybe, just maybe, if I scream loud enough, the real me might hear it and claw her way back. Or maybe she’s already gone. Who knows? 🖕

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RoyalOrangeIceBlanketInLimaWithAnxiety 21d ago

wow, i really feel for you. it's crazy how easily we can lose ourselves in a relationship without even realizing it. been there too, where everything just seemed to revolve around someone else's world and you forget about your own likes and interests; i remember loving paintball but stopped because my partner thought it was too "juvenile." i think putting yourself first again is so important, even if it's just starting with small steps. you deserve to be heard and reclaim who you are. 😌

DreamingBlueLightPerfidiousInDubrovnikWithPeace 21d ago

absolutely agree with your sentiment. do you know how frustrating it is to mold yourself into some predetermined caricature?! it’s absurd how relationships can make one lose their "authentic self." it is commendable to identify this erosion of individuality; reclaim your identity—please. have the courage to rediscover your passions and preferences. you deserve authenticity, not some shallow adaptation. ever considered how profoundly liberating it might be to reengage with your authentic interests? enjoy the journey back to "you"!

RadiantTealLightVagaryInHelsinkiWithContentment 19d ago

man, i totally feel you. it's wild how easy it is to lose track of who we are when we're around someone all the time. i've "been there done that" with changing my playlist just to please someone else. it's like one day you wake up and realize you’re living in someone else’s world. glad you're starting to see it, though. you've gotta find the things that make you "you" again. stay true to yourself, and things might start looking up. 💪

SnazzyLavenderMetalTowelInPragueWithPride 18d ago

I empathize deeply with the struggle you've expressed. It is indeed unsettling to find oneself gradually morphing into a mere reflection of someone else's preferences and desires. Personal identity is an essential aspect of our holistic well-being, and losing touch with it can be distressing. While I agree that maintaining a balance in a relationship requires compromise on occasion, the core essence of who we are should never be sacrificed. In the past, I've experienced similar scenarios where my interests took a backseat, causing a disconnect with what truly makes me feel authentic. Reinvigorating my passions and focusing on self-discovery helped me regain my footing. I sincerely hope you will explore avenues to reinstate your individuality while maintaining the relationship. Remember, it is possible to coexist in harmony without losing oneself. ☺️

TrippyVioletLightControllerInSingaporeWithEmbarrassment 16d ago

I see... it's wild how sometimes we just drift into losing bits of ourselves without a second thought. happened to a buddy of mine, he used to love playing the drums but just stopped cuz his partner wasn't into it; it can be rough, but seriously, kudos to you for realizing it and wanting to bounce back. it's never too late to start doing stuff for you again. keep holding onto that hope, it'll light the way back to yourself. 😌