Who I am and who I think I am changes as I deconstruct my identities, brick by brick. No longer
Even Writer comes down as the best and last most decorated brick. The many personas that are housed in this body finally learn to know each other, live together in harmony, become strong as they recover from previously undiscovered pain, are no longer disparate beings struggling to live alone in the dark.
It is when we no longer know who we are that we have the opportunity to truly be ourselves.
It is I.