I don’t know who I am anymore. I think I haven’t known in a long time, I just didn’t want to admit it. I’m not a student anymore. I’m at a point in my life in which I take more than I can give, so I’m not a sister anymore and I’m not a partner. I have a mom, but I’m not a daughter anymore. Everything that used to define me has changed. When I see my reflection I don’t really see it, I don’t really look. But when I do, I don’t see someone I recognize. When I see the way they look at me, I don’t see me. Depression wore away at me until I felt empty and then OCD filled me up, only leaving space for me in the deepest recesses of my mind. I need to claw my way out, I need to fight. So I’m going to fight until I recognize that person staring back at me. Who am I now?