Who am I?

On the internet, somewhere, I read that the self is not singular but rather an amalgamation of entities. We are simply living in a theatrical world where the self is comprised of cherry-picked entities like characters for a film or play. The ultimatum is to create a façade that we can proudly show the world.

But then, it got me thinking: if I am not who I think I am, the image I see in the mirror, the self I curated, then who am I? really? No, I'm anxious as hell and feeling awful. Im vomiting.

We are tasked with introducing ourselves, only to realize I don’t know myself either. Who am I?