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[such_heights]

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.

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[metonymy]

haha, I'm glad Kait already commented, because we have had multiple very loud conversations about being extroverted while also dealing with anxiety/social anxiety/shyness/depression and about Tumblr's utterly ridiculous exaggerations.

And that question of "who am I without [____]" is a really weird thing to consider, isn't it? So many turning points!