Talk. Its Life.

I wake this am feeling a bit low. It is a common thing when you go thru so much. It weighs on you like a ton of bricks. Then you have to figure out how to get out of it. As a Veteran with PTS and Survivor of multiple traumas, it is a task getting the mind back on a Positive track. Keeping those around you to help you stay sane for one it always good. And also having those around you who will support you and the emotional waves. It is not a bad thing. But at my age I am asking myself... Who Am I? I was told you can invent yourself three times over in Vegas. Well, if that is the case, Creative outlets will benefit my Soul. Dance will benefit my Free Spirit. And Singing will allow me to access the Voice I have longed to find. Vegas...

I'm worn out. Emotionally. Mentally. I am left feeling I have no clue who I am anymore. I mean, I feel I mean well. I feel I would do anyting for the ones I love. I feel that. But now I am faced with a one question that is bothering the soul in me... Who am I? And that is yet to be discovered...