Constructing "Me"
Hello! It's been such a long time since I've written here because I've either had a concussion and couldn't look at screens, I simply haven't had time, or I've just written it all in my mental health notebook. Either way, there is one post I thought about today. While going through therapy and figuring myself out, I came to the realization that I've lived my life thinking I was an island. There was nothing that affected me, I was totally independent, and I could become whatever I wanted to be. In part, that is a fine way to think. But when it becomes ALL that I think, then there's a problem. When you think you are an island that can create itself, then you leave yourself with nothing but air to use as materials. Turns out, I came from a mother and a father. I came from a home of struggles. I came from trials that refined me. I have genes that came from people before me. These are the materials I get to build 'myself' out of. In high schoo...