Amy (
such_heights) wrote2015-06-23 11:30 pm
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Things are going really well with my current therapist. I'm making some real progress in understanding how I operate and why I struggle with certain things the way I do.
Peeling through layers of mental debris is raising lots of questions, and one I keep thinking about is who I really am, who could I be without quite so much baggage from mental illness and general sadness?
I'm not sure. I'm still figuring it out. But one thing has struck me, something that has frankly shaken my sense of self to its very core! (I kid. Sort of.) All this time, I thought I knew something about myself, but I think I was dead wrong.
I think I might be an extrovert.
Peeling through layers of mental debris is raising lots of questions, and one I keep thinking about is who I really am, who could I be without quite so much baggage from mental illness and general sadness?
I'm not sure. I'm still figuring it out. But one thing has struck me, something that has frankly shaken my sense of self to its very core! (I kid. Sort of.) All this time, I thought I knew something about myself, but I think I was dead wrong.
I think I might be an extrovert.

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I have gone the other way 'round; I thought forever that I was an extrovert (because I NEED good people to feel safe, to recharge, to bounce ideas and thoughts off) but turns out I have many introvert qualities too (I find it grating to spend even a second with people not in the good category, I need space and quietude, I sort through my own feelings alone).
Ultimately, I'm probably in the middle of the spectrum...but boy, some of these realizations take time. :)
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