This is a really hard Q to answer. My 1st thought is "I don't know." My trauma started from as far back as I can remember, though it was repressed, because my molester/ abuser would always say, "This didn't happen." when he was done. He beat the word "No." out of me, so I was not even allowed to communicate my displeasure. He told me not to tell anyone, so I didn't speak until I was nearly 4, my mother tells me. Since I wasn't allowed to tell about it, I didn't tell about anything else either, I guess.
I found myself, at a pretty young age, doing art. I did drawings for my grandmother, his wife. She applauded these, so I excelled in doing art. That was what I became good at, so that was what I did in my adult life. I was an artist. I don't do much of anything artistic these days, so I cannot really even say that I am an artist anymore.
I don't like work of much other varieties. I hate doing dishes, cooking, housecleaning, taking care of people, etc. I have a job as a Companion and it is tough, as I am responsible for an elderly person's safety and companionship. I am not a nurse or anything, just a person who is paid to be kind of a friend and safety keeper of my client. Even so, it is draining.
Is my job who I am? I don't know. It is part of who I am, I guess. For about 3 hours a day, 5 days a week, that is who and what I am. The rest of the time I am just a person who tries to do as little as I can get away with, I guess. My home is cluttered, dusty, and there is probably always a dish in the sink. Is that who I am? I honestly don't know.
I am poor. Financially, I have to keep a pretty strict budget. Is that who I am? I hope not! Just because I don't have a lot, does not make me poor as a spirit. I have God in my corner, even though there is not a lot else in my corner but some "stuff" I bought at Thrift Stores and Discount Shops. I have a lot of 2nd hand stuff. Is that who I am, what I own? Not really.
Am I my name? That is what folks call me, but is it me? I don't think so. So I don't really know who or what I am. I can say, I am me, but I don't know how to define "me."
I used to garden, but I don't anymore. I used to be someone's wife, but he died, so I am now a widow. I was never able to be a mother, so I am not really a mom, but since I had miscarriages, in a way I am, but no one calls me "Mom."
I'm an aunt. Yes, I cannot deny that one. And I try to be a good one. I listen, I give advice sometimes, I care....
I'm a child of God, that I do know. I know He loves me, no matter what I do or say or whatever....