Somewhere along the way you got a label. The responsible one. The difficult one. The one who does not need anything. The funny one, which meant you were not allowed to be sad in public.

Some of them fit for a while. Most of them were just convenient for whoever handed them out. None of them were chosen.

You can give them back. Not with a speech, not with a fight. Just, the next time one of them plays in your head in someone else's voice, notice whose voice it is. Then ask what you would call yourself, if it were up to you.

It is up to you.