As I have just realised that it's been completely subsumed by marriage and children and that I am now a walking cliche.
We moved house recently. We took all our larger pictures down at the old house and DH asked where they should go in the new one. I looked at our pictures. One is a framed cover of DH's favourite novel. One is a framed cover of one of his childhood favourite books. One is a photo of his favourite band. Two are posters for things to do with DH's work. Another is a poster of his favourite beauty spot. I encouraged him to buy these because he liked them. We both like them. But they're definitely his things.
But there's absolutely nothing that is mine. Not one thing. My childhood favourite books, favourite bands, films, novels, artists, etc have been consigned to nothingness and now I can't really remember what I actually like. I want to find something that I like.
And that just made me think that it's a wider issue and that I have been eroded down to something with no interests or voice of my own. And I don't know what to do about it.