The title says it. I've pushed myself down for so long, hidden myself because every time I saw a tic, or heard a tonal change when talking to me, I adapted to become more acceptable. It didn't work, so I wasn't good enough. So I tried harder.
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Now, I'm 55 and I know who I'm not. I know some things about me. But I worry that even those things are just what I've been telling myself to feel ok.
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I know good things about me. I know I'm a very nice person. I try to diffuse bad situations if I can. I try to uplift people. I'm really smart, so even if something is not a "special interest" I will dabble enough to be dangerous if it is at all interesting. I'm a really good cook.
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Now as I'm letting go of subliminal identification with labels I didn't choose, I am not really losing myself, I'm just not sure which pieces really are me.
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What do I really want out of life? Is it what I thought I wanted? Do I really want that?
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I just don't know. Sort of existential crisis here.
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Now, I'm 55 and I know who I'm not. I know some things about me. But I worry that even those things are just what I've been telling myself to feel ok.
.
I know good things about me. I know I'm a very nice person. I try to diffuse bad situations if I can. I try to uplift people. I'm really smart, so even if something is not a "special interest" I will dabble enough to be dangerous if it is at all interesting. I'm a really good cook.
.
Now as I'm letting go of subliminal identification with labels I didn't choose, I am not really losing myself, I'm just not sure which pieces really are me.
.
What do I really want out of life? Is it what I thought I wanted? Do I really want that?
.
I just don't know. Sort of existential crisis here.
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