There is an urge coming from somewhere inside of you, a little voice that starts getting louder, telling you that you have to take back your life from the person who's been running it so ineptly. The life you're living doesn't feel like your own. The person who people take you to be doesn't feel like you.We miss the self who has been stolen through an identity theft in which we have conspired. Our own diminishment makes it necessary to quit going along, to cease leaving ourselves o...