Society seems obsessed with labels - young/old, single/married, straight/gay, rich/poor. It's as if we need to fit into specific boxes, so that we can be defined, so people know what to categorise us as. I know I'm guilty of this too, of the way I see myself and others.
Last night I was reading a book that asked out right Who am I? I wrote the question on a blank piece of paper and stared at it for a long time. I just didn't know how to answer it. Obvious words came up: woman, adult, daughter, sister, business owner, disabled, single. None of them described me though; they were just roles that I play in other people's lives. They didn't satisfy me, they didn't make me feel anything, other than slightly restricted.
I started a new line; maybe I could define myself more by what I love. This is what I wrote...
"I love stories, telling them, reading them, listening, watching, imagining and writing them.
I'm not sure if I got closer to Who am I? But I did realise what I love - it's sharing and stories. That's my passion in life, it's what I love the most and with that knowledge things feel just that little bit clearer.
How would you answer the question Who am I? What do you love to do most? I'd love to hear your thoughts.
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Claire Wade is the winner of the Good Housekeeping Novel Competition and author of The Choice. She was bed bound for six years with severe ME, trapped in a body that wouldn't do what she wanted. She now writes about women who want to break free from the constraints of their lives, a subject she's deeply familiar with.