I write to process. A desperate attempt to say please, someone understand me. A desperate plea to myself, hoping to understand what’s going on in my own mind.
It’s much easier to handle other people’s thoughts, feelings, and emotions. It’s much easier to understand others than it is to understand myself. It’s a blessing and a curse. Our gifts usually are though.
I’ve seen how much others can benefit from this. I know what it’s like to sit in a room full of people, and cry for someone else, feeling the pain they’re trying so hard to contain. I know what it’s like to absorb.
Whereas this can be good, and it has helped in relationships and with other people, I also tend to focus on fixing others rather than myself. And this can become toxic and unhealthy.
Sometimes I wonder how large my blind spots are. I’d like to think I’m self-aware, but what if I’m not? Isn’t there a difference between shame and honest self-awareness? I think true humility is about being honest about our strengths and weaknesses, our good and our bad, and looking at it in a true and honest light.
Emotions and self-awareness are two separate concepts, I get that. And our perceptions of ourselves and others, if clouded by emotion, are not always a genuine reflection of the facts. I struggle to separate the two sometimes. Part of it is just how God designed me, but sometimes I wonder if there’s something deeper, something unhealthy in the way I handle things.
Sometimes I want others to call me out on things. And when I bring it up, and apologize, it’s often brushed aside, or they say they don’t see it, or me, that way. My self-perception is off. And I don’t know what to do with that.
I suppose I want something to be wrong with me so I have the control and ability to fix it. And sometimes I just want someone else to acknowledge my own unhealthy thoughts. But what if my issue isn’t what I expect? What if my brother’s right, what if my greatest character flaw is my insecurity? And he isn’t the only one. When I asked my husband, he said the same thing.
Insecurity seems a lot more difficult to overcome than something blatantly toxic to others. Where’s the line? How do I know if I’ve gone too far and am overcompensating? How do I know if I’ve become toxic and narcissistic when I already see myself that way even though no one else seems to?
I don’t have all the answers. I know I need a strengthened identity. I know that it’s a process. And I’m thankful that God still has those answers, and knows exactly where He wants to lead me, and can even use this to grow my understanding. But in this moment, I’m really struggling to define my identity. Maybe that’s okay. I don’t feel like a whole person, and I guess that’s what I’m really struggling to sit with.