Who am I really?

Who am I really? I think I know me, and all that I am made of. I used to know me or at least I think I used to know me. I feel like there is something or someone that doesn’t want me to know all the me that I am and can be. They are against me and want me to spiral downward and forget me. People say things to me like they know me, but I disagree because I don’t believe the nice things they say apply to me. Success is for everyone else, but me. It is such a strange twisted mentality. How can this be? Am I a person, a human, a spiritual being? Me? Don’t I have the same chance, face the same odds, and confront opposition just like everyone else around me? Is it up to me to see me for me or are others meant to cross my path who will see me for my future me and still like my now me? Why is my now me never good enough for me? I only like to see my future me and not my now me. What is blurring my me vision? A neurological blockade such as this will only impede my desired progression for me. Believe me it does matter to me. I want to love me, know me, and see my now me with positivity.