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This is me

I don't really know how to define myself. 

 My name is Kaela. I am 28, work at a job that I'm not very enthusiastic about. 
I'm a student working on my bachelor's degree in healthcare administration. 
My favorite color is green; but not just any green. I really love the green that is like a deep forest-y color, has a steely grey color to it. It's hard to describe. 
I enjoy trying new foods. Sometimes I enjoy food too much. Believe me, it shows. 
I love to read, but it's hard for me to get into just any old book. I hope to one day write my own book. 
History fascinates me but in more of an anthropology way. I guess, really, people fascinate me. But I love learning about different cultures and their beliefs and traditions. 
Animals are wonderful. I used to ride horses as a form of therapy. I miss that.
I love video games. Online games were my way of coping with life in the past when things were tough. I don't play them as much now, however, they're still a favorite past-time. 

But that's just what I like. I don't really know who I am yet. There's more to me than what interests me. What kind of a person am I deep down inside? That's something that I want to really find out. 

 Am I the broken person I used to be? Or have I begun to finally heal? I still have bouts of depression. I still have mood swings. I have even recently pondered death again. I don't think my depression will ever fully leave me. So I suppose that is part of who I am. 

 I suppose...my goal is to figure out who I am. The things that define me, whether good or bad, are a part of me. And maybe one day I'll really be able to say "My name is Kaela...this is me". 
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