Hello, my assigned name is Ezrah. It has no connotative meaning to me, it is only an arrangements of letters from the English alphabet.
I know obvious facts about myself.
I am 5ft 1, female, brown eyes, blood type: A- . This is all I know of myself. I do not know who I am. By "who" I mean I have no knowledge of my personal or social identity. I am simply a brain controlling a slab of meat .
To not have an identity or sense of self is a bad thing. Imagine waking up in a different human everyday. You start to forget who you started as.
Sometimes I start to get desperate to find this soul who claims to be me. I contact my psychiatrist hoping he would know.
He replies simply with: "Have you found a new psychiatrist? Are you looking? "
but I constantly hope for a new answer
"Who am I?"
How can I expect so much from such an imperfect man.
The answer is
I am
