I never thought that I would lose myself. Honestly.
But I guess no one does, right? I never really gave who I was any thought. I thought that I was just me. Just Katrina.
I don’t know where it started–or ended, depending on how you look at it. I don’t know where I lost myself, or how. All I know is I’m not the same person I used to be. And I guess none of us are, but at least most people have a general sense of belonging within themselves. At least enough to keep them from lying awake at night wondering where everything went wrong and how they can get their lives back, or where they went in the first place.
And that has to be the scariest thing of all. Where did I go? I’m not under a rock. I’m not vacationing on a tropical island with a coconut cocktail in my hand. I’m just…somewhere. Anywhere. Everywhere. Nowhere?
It’s time to find out who I was, who I am, and who I want to be. It’s time to start Finding Katrina Marie.