Finding myself I really want to improve my writing skills, so please help me out. I always knew my heart was there, beating for my life, circulating blood for my survival, and most constantly fulttering whenever my best friend talked to me. So, I knew perfectly well that it was there, but what I hadn't known was this immensive urge to be something bigger, stronger and more profoundly confident in my own skin. I hadn't known that I had a powerful voice that could have a mark on people. I had no idea that I had ANY significance in this world, other than be the perfect image of a perfect wife and an exemplary mother like my own. And that's why, when I finally acknowledged my true self, I was convinced I had lived all my life only half dead. Yes, I was dead with my heart beating, my lungs breathing, and my brain functioning. Only my death wasn't the type you could grief by going to the graveyard, mine was so much worse. And here is the story of how it all began.