Understandably, we mood and anxiety disorder warriors are full of questions. “Why am I depressed?” “Is there a cure for anxiety?” “Am I mentally ill?” I mean, there are jillions of ’em. But one reigns supreme, and I’m not so sure it gets asked enough, if at all. And everything is riding on it…
I’m in my early-60s and can tell you this ‘Who Am I?’ business has baffled me seemingly forever. And it’s cost me plenty. So many roles played and so many people pleased…
But here’s a tidbit I left out…
In his early 50s, clean and sober for 10 years, Eric decided to commence therapy in an effort to somehow “control” a woman with whom a relationship just wasn’t going to happen. Well, little did he know he’d immediately find himself headed in a totally different direction.
So there he sat in front of his therapist for the very first time. And knowing full-well who she was working with, the first words out of her mouth were, “Tell me who you are.” Eric said he felt the blood rush up to his face and he wanted to scream, “How dare you! Don’t you know who I am?”
Later, Eric acknowledged he had absolutely no idea who he was, and was ashamed to admit it. He went on to observe, “I wanted to appear that I was ten years sober and fully mature, when in fact I was only ten years old, emotionally speaking, and starting from scratch.”
As full as his life was, and as huge as it was to rid himself of substances 10 years prior, I’m thinking Eric would agree that his life truly began during that first therapy session.
What About You?
I wonder if you’ve ever asked yourself or others, “Who Am I?” Who knows, maybe it’s been asked of you.
But now that the subject has been introduced, do you understand the power and life-importance of the question, and, of course, the answer?
To the extreme, let me fire a scenario by you…
A young woman was raised by a mother and father, both of whom were scientists and had an “IQ” of 160 (the estimate for Einstein, actually). When she was an infant, her parents declared that she would be equally as intelligent and exceed their academic and scientific accomplishments. I mean, there was never any doubt, this was the expectation – the reality.
So with an assigned “Who am I?” as a budding genius and science prodigy, off to life she went. All the while, her parents pounded-home their declaration day and night.
Now for a couple of facts. Not only did our friend hate science, her IQ was an above average 120.
Given the expectation/reality quotient driving her personal identity, do you think there’s a pretty good chance she’d end up struggling with more than her fair share of inner conflict and its manifestations?
I’d bet the farm.
What About Me?
I’m in my early-60s and can tell you this “Who Am I?” business has baffled me seemingly forever. And it’s cost me plenty. So many roles played and so many people pleased. So much cognitive dissonance, bouts with regression, cognitive distortion, anxiety, and other “unnecessities.”
Well, here, take a look at a poem I wrote some 30 years ago…
Who is This Person
Who is this person so hard to face
When in the world did I start on his case
His look so deceiving
A harmony smile
But deep down inside he cries all the while
A master of costume
A genius of wit
A challenging puzzle
The classic misfit
He’s always a member but never belongs
Forgetting the goodness but never the wrongs
So gentle of feeling and tender of touch
He longs for the meaning of loving so much
His soul coldly frightened is forced to be brave
From every last angry emotion he saved
Who is this person so hard to face
Why in the world did I start on his case
Hard he is trying to find me again
To start it all over from where he began
Can you at all relate? And if you can, and you’re (still) struggling with emotional and mental distress, can you connect some dots and move toward recovery in a fresh and more efficient manner?
On to Part Two
When I decided to run a piece on “Who am I?” I knew it was going to have to be at least a two-parter. There’s just too much to say about a phenomenon that can generate all sorts of misery and, ultimately, all sorts of calm.
Think about it. Wouldn’t it make the most sense to immediately ask – and answer – the “reigning supreme” question? I mean, once we get that handled, we may be surprised how quickly the other inquires fade away.
Let’s look forward to next time…
Here’s the Clapton piece: Eric Clapton: You Really NEED to Know His Story
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