I’m Briana. You’ve probably figured that out already. Almost everyone calls me Bri.
Slowly the nickname Bri became an identity. Partly of my own choosing and partly from being controlled and told who I had to be. I like to be Bri. The fun outgoing redhead who makes people feel cared about and encouraged. That is part of who I am. I was exploited when I was forced to work in sales. It was as if, all the other aspects of me disappeared. I could only be Bri.
Years went by without hearing my given name, Briana. Suddenly, I was left to be on my own. The daily controlling demands disappeared. I was relieved. I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the obese unhappy person looking back at me. I didn’t know who I was.