Who am I?

Who am I?...it is a question that I often ask myself. There have been times in my life where I feel that I have lost the person that is me, instead I am B and K's mum, I am P and B's daughter, I am everyone but the person that I truly am. I am desperately trying to claw her back, I miss her and I want to reclaim this person who is me, this person who is Lisa.
 Don't get me wrong I am very thankful for my family and my connection to it, I have learnt many lessons along the way, the good and the bad. I am not them and they are not me, we have TOTALLY different beliefs and ethics. Many times I have left my parents in tears over comments they have made about both myself and others, racial comments included. I have in the past wondered whether I actually belong to them or maybe I was dropped there by some fae or found in the cabbage patch or dropped in the wrong place by a stork desperate to finish its shift!
 One morning I sat bolt upright in bed and said out loud 'I need to do my family tree!' Well years later and I have to admit to you all, I do belong here, for whatever reason I choose this family to be placed with for this lifetime.
 So no excuses there lol, I have to accept them, flaws and all! But I don't have to let them dictate who I am in my own life, I have in the past and up to fairly recently, ok I am still doing sometimes now, I admit it. I try so hard to please people when really I'm not really sure that I like them in the first place. Before you pounce on me yes I do love my family warts and all but there are many times that no, I do not like them and I have to keep my distance for awhile. This isn't easy with my parents but I have to say that our relationship has improved over the last few years. I don't know whether it's because they are getting old and dad has dementia and mums not much better. Maybe they forget what buttons they press with me to get me upset? It's possible, I mean I know they haven't changed their views on things but at this point in life they're not going to change so maybe it's me, maybe I am just letting it wash over me and not allowing it to poison my life, or maybe my hearing has diminished and my ears are blocking it out?

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 Whatever the reason, I am determined to be my own person, so what if I want to have a tattoo (age 47 and never had one, partly because of what they would say) or my nose pierced, or dye my hair or have dreads, or maybe do something outrageous. Finally learn to ride a motorcycle (legally) instead of the car they keep pushing me to learn to drive. I fuck I want to be able to swear when I want instead of being told off every time I say the word bloody!! Holy shit that sounds like complete bollocks doesn't it!? LOL.
 So who AM I? I am Lisa, I am a wild warrior woman, I am a drummer, a dancer, a singer, a weaver of dreams, I am a plants woman, a writer, a photographer, an artist, an empath, a healer, a wanderer locked in, a weird monkey minded insane loon who wants to stand on the cliffs and SCREAM!! I am WOMAN, hear me ROAR!