Survival of the Invisible

Growing up, in order to survive, I had to hide myself away really well. The only problem is, I hid myself away so well that now I'm having trouble finding me again.

They say to remember who you were before they told you who to be. But...what if you do remember? What if you know exactly WHO you are, you just don't know HOW to become them? How does one become visible again after being invisible for so long? When invisibility was a key characteristic for actual survival. How do you throw away something so ingrained into your very psyche now that the danger is gone and you just want to live?

I do mostly know who I am. I'm just figuring out how to look, act, and speak like her. How to live like her. Like me. What if I never figure out how to do it? What if when I do, it's too late and I'm 60? How do I become unafraid to be seen? How do I yell to the world that I am here? What am I so damn afraid of?

I'm here. I'm right here. I'm right fucking here.