Tell Me About Yourself "Tell me about yourself," she said. I stared at her blankly. To be honest, I had forgotten her name. I think it was Donna. We'll say it was Donna. Immediately, tears began streaming down my cheeks. I gaped at Donna for a moment, embarrassed at my reaction, choked, unsure what to say. "I really don't know how to answer that, " I eventually mumbled, looking down at my hands. I needed the job, at the ice cream store, and this interview was important. I was sure I had blown it. Fortunately, Donna recognized how necessary this job was for me, and she gave me a chance. She saved my life at that time. It was 2016. It was the year I left my husband. I had been married for the past 19 years, and with the same man for 20. I had been a wife, a sister in law, a daughter in law, a daughter, and all of the things that go along with being married. My identity had not...