Siedeh Rezaei-Kamalabad
Stories (2/0)
Chapter 1
1/15/18 I believed I had reached the plateau of stability as an adult. Thirty-two years old with the highest paying job I had ever acquired, and a relationship with a man that I truly believed would last much longer than four months. I thought I had found the peaceful, stable, path that would make me happy, but then it all fell apart the way it does every time I start to believe in the stability of my circumstances. In the destruction of the external imagery of who I was going to be, my identity became a mash of uncertainty. I lost myself in holding on to the boy and job, warping myself into whatever would keep the fantasy real. But now in the third month of the isolationist life of unemployment, I can’t figure out what to do next. I can’t go back to who I was, and I don’t know who to become.
By Siedeh Rezaei-Kamalabad5 years ago in Humans