Who am I?

When I was 8 years old I remember staying up late at night into the early hours and stare outside my window desperately seeking for answers. I would stare up at the moon and just talk to myself quietly while I witnessed a beautiful view. Upon admiring the moon I would ask God & myself, why am I here? Who am I? Up until then my life had been like a really bad nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. There was so much pain and hurt going on in my house and within myself that it made me questioned my existence. I felt like I didn’t fit in anywhere and I was forced to grow up really fast. I didn’t understand why I was living the life I was. What did I do to deserve a life like this? I was a curious little girl full of questions and no one to go to for answers.

Have any of you ever questioned your meaning of life or existence?

It seems that those questions keep lurking back into my life now at 28 as I currently go through a big transition in my life. I have recently experienced betrayal and hurt on a new level. I have reached what I feel is rock bottom and the feeling is not good! All my previous pain is lurking back, my damaged past is slowly coming back. After years of unanswered questions and feeling lost, it is now that I finally taken the time to understand the meaning of those questions.