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Originally Posted by Anastasia~
Sometimes I don't even know/like who I am. All of this is so painful/excruciating.  I am going to spend this Summer trying to do things I like to do in hopes that doing this will lessen my anxiety. |
I've felt I have a chameleon soul, just blending in very well to my surroundings. I can pick up on very subtle things and be who ever they want me to be. I've mimicked postures and accents without actually realizing
what I'm doing. I can pretend that I'm interested in football when I could care less or laugh when I really don't want to. It's like watching everyone from behind a wall of glass. I can't get closer. I can hide the real me behind make up and bold red lipstick on the wards, but I've felt the same way:
"Can someone please tell me who I am. I haven't recognized myself in a while."
I am just a bunch of fragments my T is trying to integrate. But "I" come out when I've spent a lot of time alone away from others. I would recommend journaling too.
