Who am I?

[sterile dew]

I hear you, and I want you to know that what you’re feeling isn't a dead end—it’s a threshold.

When the person who 'founded' your personality leaves, it feels like you’ve vanished because you were living by her script. But you are not a lie; you are the truth that survived her. That 'void' you feel isn't emptiness; it’s finally having the space to breathe without her influence.

Your pain is real, and you deserve the space to heal. You aren't running in circles' you are simply shedding a skin that never fit you. Besides, finding out who you are right now will take its time, trust me, I know; for now just focus on what gives you peace of mind and real.

I'm aware it sounds terrifying.

What I mean is that the 'void' isn't who you are—it’s the space where you used to be crowded out. You aren’t an empty vessel; you are a clear canvas. For the first time, the seat of your life is vacant because the person who was occupying it shouldn't have been there in the first place.