As children, whether we like it or not, we roll into roles in our family of origin. There is no escaping it. My role was to “be ok.” From my perspective, more pressing issues were going on. It was important that I avoid causing additional conflict. I carried this role with me until I turned 39 and decided it was time to be a Truth Teller or else I would die (from alcoholism). That was 6 and 1/2 years ago and rolling into that new role has been both exhilarating and terrifying. As time goes by, my role is being shaped by new, healthier choices I make due to the work I have put into changing myself.
Now my role is no longer a “role.”
I am simply “Me.”
I like who I am.
I am comfortable in my skin now.
I am free here.