I am not defined by what I do.

I am not defined by the job that I have, the hours I work, the contacts I build.

I am not defined by my achievements, my success, my ability to overcome.

I am not defined by the words I write, whether they are silky smooth or nuanced in their brutal truth.

I am not defined by how many people read this blog, retweet my links, or share them on facebook.

I am not defined by my facebook friends, twitter followers, likes on Instagram or repins on Pinterest.

I am not defined by my iPhone, or the 8 different ways of communicating it brings.

I am not defined by the lack of little red numbers in the corner of icons reminding me that no one has wanted to contact me in the last hour.

I am not defined by being permanently switched on.

I am not defined by my determination to make it on my own, the fallacy of individualistic sufficiency.

I am not defined by my unshakeable lack of emotions or how I throw off whatever challenges may try to push me off the ledge.

I am not defined by the pain that gnaws away inside. The things that other people do not see.

I am not defined by the people I have hurt, those I have rejected or ignored, those I have treated with disdain, those I consider as friends but refuse to live my life with.

I am not defined by the friends I do not have, those I think would make me happier and more wanted.

I am not defined by the crowd and the desire to belong.

I am not defined by my isolation, the instinct to run and hide and flee from the world.

I am not defined by filling my diary three weeks in advance. Nor the empty evenings I pretend are for relaxation.

I am not defined by busyness or lack of sleep.

I am not defined by my singleness. Nor those around me falling in love.

I am not defined by my past.

I am not defined by the wrongs that I have done. The envy and the jealousy, the lust and the greed. And all that I have done in pursuit of these maleficent ends.

I am not defined by the fear that everything might all go wrong.

I am not defined by the fear that people might think me a hopeless failure, an unmitigated disaster, a waster or a scoundrel.

I am not defined by those I please nor those I disappoint.

I am not defined by other people.

I am not defined by myself

I am not, because He is I am.