This is me, peeling back layers of protection, of self-denial, poking myself and wondering what it is that I feel. Sometimes, I don’t know how I feel and then I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. Dissociation they call it. Sociopath is another label I’ve heard from people who like to slap on labels to make themselves self-important.

I look down and wonder why I am the way I am. I hear birds singing outside. I have no knowledge about animal behavior but do birds care when one is acting differently? Do they wonder about insecurity and question their self-esteem? I doesn’t matter really how I got to be the way I am. How do I function so that I can succeed with what I have, improve upon my strengths, and diminish my weaknesses so that they don’t get in my way?