Yesterday, while driving home, I found myself questioning whether I truly know who I am anymore—what I like, enjoy, dislike, and value. It feels as though my sense of self is either lost or distorted. My recovery journey has been marked by anxiety, which has made me more introverted, shy, and inclined to avoid social situations. Small talk feels draining, even irritating, whereas I once handled it with ease. These days, I only find real joy in deep, meaningful conversations or speaking with people I’m close to. This used to be a strength of mine before addiction and a series of traumatic experiences disrupted my life. I hold onto the hope that, in time, this part of me will return.
Who am I anymore?
