someone said this to me recently. I feel I have lost myself. Im early thirties and my mother has been my focus since my mid twenties. I have missed out on alot of experiences, years I will never get back. I have neglected myself and my health and it shows in my looks. But I've also come to realise that I am not the horrible looking, nothing to offer person I always thought I was, I am caring, I have done a lot for my family. I have come to realise I am really good and really enjoy gardening which I would never have done had it not been for this caring role.I am quite creative out there Ive a long way to go to reclaiming my life and finding out who I am now and recovering from this experience but I guess there is some truth to it. I have found out things about myself that I didnt realise. the journey continues, my mother keeps going, I keep going somehow.