Who Am I, Really?

 

Am I the cactus or the flower? I don't know. 

Sometimes, I am prickly. Sometimes, I'm not. I rarely ever feel like the flower, though - that much I can tell you. 

I have the opinions of others - some who don't see all of me - like coworkers - and then some who do and who have seen me - like my husband and children. 

I don't see myself as ever having been a "good person." Sure, I've done things for others. I've helped others. I've been a good friend, and listened, and comforted, etc., but I don't know that my presence has ever really made any sort of impact. 

I don't have a lot of empathy, but I don't know if that necessarily makes me a narcissist. I don't have a lot of patience - but only in certain situations. In other situations, maybe I have too much patience, and end up being a doormat. 

I trust too easily, even now. And when that trust is broken, they get a whole different side of me. Does that make me a bad person? I don't know.