Children and Identity

I often think that language is identity. But so are children. My one child is sort of grown up. The other was lonely, and she is a adolescence-ridden teenager, so she decided she wanted to live with her father. I have been a mother since 1986. I had just barely turned 21 two months before my son was born. I was 42 when my daughter decided to go live with her father. I lost my identity that day. I haven't found it again, yet. I think that's one of my key issues. I can feel lost, and like there's noplace in particular I need to be, nothing in particular I need to do, and nobody depending on me. Hopefully, I will find my identity again, or a new one, anyway. I can still speak, though, I haven't lost language, so that's something!!