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The Identity Crisis Within

Being me is exhausting, confusing, depressing… but also exciting. Every day is a whirlwind of chaos, contradicting emotions and unpredictable behavior. How I feel one minute is not how I’ll feel the next. Because I never know what’s coming, I can’t prepare for it. And, because the mood swings are so sudden and intense, it’s near impossible to understand what’s happening to me, and near impossible to control my responses. So, my decisions are inconsistent, and somewhat dependent on my everchanging mood.

It’s hard for others to understand, but it’s almost like I have multiple identities, each one fighting for control over my one body, and there’s no telling which one will win what battle. Maybe that’s why I am exhausted, weak and hungry all the time. While others have one identity to nourish, I have five – all so very different but very much alive.

When I try to talk to my family about my “issues,” they say it’s all in my head. Well, no shit. I clearly don’t have a physical disability. Yeah, my chest bone sticks out farther than my boobs, my ass is a little saggy and my face will always have acne, but overall, I think it’s safe to say, I am physically okay. One could even argue I am more than okay. I should probably eat less carbs and work out more, but besides that, I am healthy (or at least that’s what my doctor said at my last physical). So, thank you, family, for your input. But, this is not a question of whether it’s “all in my head,” but a question of how I cope with my inner battles – how I learn to understand and satisfy each of my identities – so I can thrive, and maybe even achieve my fullest potential.

I suffer from memory loss – I can’t recall what I say to people, not even 10 seconds after I say something, and I sure as hell can’t remember much of my childhood. I sometimes wonder if the reason I suffer from memory loss is because life, from my point of view, is a blur. My inner battles make it impossible to focus. In fact, I never truly feel present. Physically, I’m all here, but mentally, I can’t escape my thoughts – I feel trapped.


Broken by a Society of Shams

Day in and day out, you conform. You say and do things that people expect. You are predictable, out of fear you will be judged, cast aside.

You think you are unique, but really, you are a sheep, a robot.

You enforce this obedience and these same rules onto your children.

Say this, do that. But, what if that’s not what they want to do?

The most creative geniuses never shine. Their imagination, their desire to learn and create, it dies when they are forced to act normal, to be like the other kids.

Oh, our society takes pride on individualism. But then, someone is an individual, someone dares to ignore a trend, and instead, flaunts their own personal style. They are portrayed the fool, the clown.

I’m not interested in pop culture, or anything that is mainstream. I am interested in the development of me, and my distinct capabilities. I want to express myself. You laugh.

You won’t let me be who I want to be. You won’t let me fly. You never did.  You’ve always held me back, made fun of my ideas. And when you finally gave me the chance to say what I wanted, you stole the mic right back.

You’ve spent your whole life telling yourself you’re special, even though you’ve done nothing authentic. So now you’re afraid of the nonconforming. You refuse to accept anyone who is truly free from conventionality.

And of course, you surround yourself with others just like you, so it is impossible to see the damage you’ve caused. It is impossible for you to see this creative genius is now a mad scientist, emptier than ever before.