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Who Are You?
Identity, meaning, and your life
In my early 20s, I thought that this is a question I had to have an answer to since everyone around me seemed to have one for themselves. The struggles were real in finding my own identity since this was a question that I had never asked myself.
It was around the same time that someone I cared about deeply started attaching my personality to an identity that is globally known as evil. “Psychopath”.
Since I was still in the process of figuring out who I was myself, my mind seemed to take up that identity even if part of it fought the idea of not wanting any part of it. Long story short, the battle between the two opposite ideas in my mind led me down a path of depression and near suicide.
Fighting to get rid of my depression without an identity to oppose the psychopath idea that had taken my mind hostage was next to impossible. I tried to search for events and experiences that could disprove the idea that I was not a pyscho but even the good deeds I had done in the past seemed like things I did only to manipulate people. At least that is how my mind framed those memories when I re-visited them.
Let us not even talk about how much mental baggage of bad deeds I had for my pyscho identity to pick from.
