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I feel like that too. Like, something or someone, had taken control of me. Where is the “real” me?
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I feel like that too. Like, something or someone, had taken control of me. Where is the “real” me?
Oh the hopelessness that that struggle brings. We feel lost, disconnected from ourselves and from what makes us, us. We lose this sense of identity and we’re left asking “where is the real me?”. These lyrics from “Nutshell” reflect that for me the hardest-
“My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, and yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own
I’d feel better dead”
The describes the emotions you’re feeling so strongly. We can so easily begin to believe the lies we tell ourselves as we say “If I can’t be my own, I’d feel better dead”. This sentiment sits heavy and holds weight, as depression often does. But we can start to crack the nutshell that we find ourselves in. When our brain feeds us these lies, we have the power to break out of our shell and strip the lies of their power. When we begin to form these cracks, our entire shell will begin to crumble more and more quickly- it’s that first crack that is the hardest.
But I know you have the power to break through. I know that you can find the “real” you. Whenever I find myself particularly sad or in a mental rut, I focus on identifying the lies that I’m repeating to myself. Am I telling myself that I have lost control over my life? That I deserve the pain I face? That there is no hope for me? What do I repeatedly reinforce within my own head that perpetuates my sadness and hopelessness? Once I find that, I focus hard on it and systematically dismantle it, reminding myself of all of the things in my life that prove that the lie is wrong. This forms the crack in my shell, and when one crack forms, the rest sprawl out from that.
You are not the lies your mind tells you. You are a powerful, unique person who has the strength to defeat those lies that repeat in your head. You have the power to let the “real” you shine bright. You are not too far gone. You are so loved and so appreciated. Your life matters so much and I hope you know that you were created for so much more than suffering. The “real” you is in there, and this nutshell that’s around you now doesn’t have the power to hold you in it forever. You will break out, victorious.