choose an (I)-dentity

eni-mini-miny-mo (or however it is spelled).

Choose which ever you would like? Whom would you like to be? Who are you? Who are you supposed to be? Whom are you really?

Is my identity not supposed to be built by the Father alone? I can't seem to find it.

It seems that identity is found in the external and damage. - the damage of blame and accusation. Emotional baggage. Anger and despair, visible yet hidden in this opaque compilation within a picture frame. (thats what my visual seems like).

I feel so empty and deserted. God I cry, I am broken, empty, and perished. I have nothing.

I have been ruined for anything less, but I do not fight to have you....

I don't know where I am - I am totally lost.