Deborah Who?

by Deborah

I don't want to talk.  I don't want to write.  I have to do both to get better.

How do I know I'm me?  How do I know I'm me and not Charity or Aurora13 or somebody else?  How do any of us know that someone is who we think, and not someone else?

I fear.  I eat.  I eat from fear.

I dream.  Not good dreams.  Helpless.

I am not who I appear to be.  My image.  Deborah Camille, "Free-Born Noble."  I am neither noble nor free.

I cower under the blankets and waste Sundays.  And Charity gets blamed for it.

Now is then.  Then is now.  Then is now is always.

I know nothing else.