“I never once said, This is not who I am. Because, maybe, I didn't know who I was, so I just let someone else tell me.”

“I am learning to see. I don't know why it is, but everything enters me more deeply and doesn't stop where it once used to. I have an interior that I never knew of... What's the use of telling someone that I am changing? If I'm changing, I am no longer who I was; and if I am something else, it's obvious that I have no acquaintances. And I can't possibly write to strangers.”

“I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.”

“I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.”

“SHE OF NOBODY ELSE'S BIDDING: That is who I am now--someone who has not done what anyone else said since July 2008, though not because I am either disobedient or a slacker.”

“So many thingsI know about myselfI've learned from others. Without someone else to listen, to judge, to tell me what to do, and choose who I am, do I get to decide for myself?”