Finding My Way Back
Who am I? When this question came up during a time of reflection, I didn’t know.
For the first time since I started talking to a therapist, I didn’t have an answer. I was lost for words. The truth was: I had lost myself. Quietly, subtly, without even noticing it.
Now, two months after being confronted with that question, I’m sitting on a bench overlooking Lake Lucerne in Switzerland, smiling. Because I finally know again.
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