Who Is Cambria?
This is a question I had yet to ask myself until recently. Everybody, whether good or bad, told me what or who I was.
“Cambria is autistic.”
“Cambria is a cutie; she looks good.”
“Cambria is a psychotic sack of ****.”
“Cambria is my daughter.”
I did not even have to learn who I was for a long time, because I had never had a lack of people telling me who I was. So, when most of the people abandon you in one way or another, what are you then?
“Cambria is worth abandoning.”
My mother ran off to Florida to be with a man (but she learned and redeemed herself later); my sisters used me up and spat me out; my friends, God knows where they went; and my father sent me to my mother and then died. I am not trying to be fair or observant; I am relating how I was feeling at the time. Feeling abandoned is one of the major issues in my life – I feel it all the time.
Now that I know better on where everyone stands, I can see that I have no idea who Cambria is. Will you come on my journey to discover who I actually am – without the restrictions of my haters, and with the support of those who really love me?