Losing My Identity: Sally Brampton
Quite recently, I lost my identity, which sounds rather careless given that I hadn't, until some days had passed, realised it was missing.
It started with a phone call, one sunny morning. Something I had loved, and had spent years involved with in happy occupation, was taken away. It took all of three minutes. I put down the phone and looked around the room. Nothing had changed. Everything was still in its place. But everything had changed.
Once I had dusted myself down, I shrugged and thought, "Well, that's that. Time to move on." I didn't take it...
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