it is a question i ask often.who am i? what am i? what i am to others? how am i viewed, or how do i view myself?

i know my stats
i am 30, female, bi, brunette, 5'3", 165 lb, size 12, 36C, above average IQ.
But who am i under those stats? what am i?
i art. i play games. i am a mom. but who am i? the mom was forced. my son was a rape baby. my home job and lively hood are all controlled by my step mom. who in her way thinks she is helping but in fact she is killing who i am. but then again who am i? i seem to only live to make others happy but in turn i loose who i am. i fear, i wounder, i wish. i wan't freedom to be me. but WHO AM I? i never let myself be me cause then i would be free. but in turn i could loose everything. my home my job they are owned by a force i can not control. and who controls me. should i move or would the guilt kill me? should i quit? or would the grief overwhelm me? my home she bought for me. mortgaged her home for it. my job to take care of my elderly grandma. who may not have much time left on earth. but can i keep this up to live in this cage forever? do i belong here? is this how i must be? must i fit into HER social norms? i just wish i had some clue of what is right for me.