The journey back to me

I used to be wild and crazy, full of passion and curiosity, but most of all, just so completely full of passion.  But it seems lately I've taken on the role of mother and wife, forgetting who I am--forgetting what I need and want.  

I haven't thought about who I am in a long time.  I usually don't have the time to sit around and think about myself, but a recent conversation with a friend brought me back into focus-- into perspective.  It seems I have been lost, hidden under those labels I have created for myself.  I've pushed aside all my needs and desires, never taking the time to consider what I need or want.  I guess as mothers and wives we often do this-- placing all the emphasis on the external (our children, our husbands, our jobs), and we neglect the internal, until it erupts and grabs hold of us by the throat, refusing to let go until we examine it closely.  Then we realize just how far we've fallen and wonder if we can ever return to who we were, wondering if we are too far gone to make that journey back, wondering if the journey is even still worth it anymore-- to become who we used to be, wondering if it's even possible to find what once existed.