Identity crisis is real
The words “mental illness” has such a stigma in society. People are seen as “not normal” if they are classified as having a mental illness or needing to see a mental health specialist. However many times the person is only struggling to connect who they are with the world around them. Often times they are unsure of “who” they really are. This seems to be the case for a number of reasons. One being because we identify ourselves by
1. What we do
2. What we have.
3. What we believes others “are”
4. What we “see”
So often we are not taught how to “identify” ourselves. It’s like parenting; it’s one of the most critical aspects of life but one we are left to figure out on our own.
Our children suffer from this identity crisis. And it should be of no surprise because there is no shortage of adults (parents) who suffer from the same thing. Even Christians, who we believe should have it all together, struggle to personify an identity in the world.
Majority of this struggle comes from our innate selfishness. We are so busy looking out for ourselves that we shun off anything that offends us, embarrasses us, or exposes our insecurities.
I believe we can all agree that aside from gentle and intentionally guidance from a conscientious parent or some other form of mentor, the only way we can get a grasp on “becoming who we are is through difficult times. Through the very things that frustrate us, confuse us and threaten to knock us off our feet. The very things that infuriate us and make us cry. The things that make us question motives and relationships. When life falls in line just as we’d hoped, we don’t give a second thought about anything. We lean back and bask in how effortless things are. But when we find ourselves running against the fearless wind, we finish discovering/meeting up with determination and drive. We find meaning in people, things, and reasons. We become proud and grateful. We discover purpose.
There is nothing we identify more as women than being a mother and wife, yet these are the very roles that take everything out of us as we strive to be more than enough. Our views of what these roles entail often leave us drained and over extended…in turn we question why we even try…whether or not its worth it. And some how we return to those places revived renewed and with new found joy. No question of whether or not it is our purpose. It is where we fail, where we feel shamed, and where we feel most unappreciated; yet where we find the most purpose. ❤
We all have the capability of snapping and are only one step from doing so…but something keeps us from crossing that boundary whether it is fear, faith, or reverence.