Sharing Sunday: Who Are You, Really?

I’ve been “hiding” inside my diagnosis and what other people wanted for me (or think about me) for so long, that I still don’t know exactly who I am.

Sounds familiar?

I have a difficult time accepting all parts of me. I still don’t know exactly what should I change and what should I accept.
I know what I want though. I’m just scared to manifest it.

I’m the most satisfied with myself when I believe that I’m love.

I love love and I love to love. Starting with myself.

I don’t always act from love… Sometimes I fail because I let fear guide me. Sometimes I fail because I’m a human.

When a perfectionist inside me takes over the steer, I don’t allow myself to be that. I don’t allow myself to fail and ironically this is when I fail the most.
In such times I don’t allow myself to exist. I shut down my emotions and all the fun parts of myself…

We don’t get the manual about how to be a human, nor do our parents. How can we/they know then?
We don’t and we learn, from our own and other people’s mistakes.

It’s hard to be(come) a human when even your parents didn’t allow you to exist because they had no clue how they influenced you.

I think I should write more, but nothing else comes to my mind. For me, this is a sign that I need some rest, so bye until the next week, and I wish you a nice Sunday. πŸ™‚

What about you, do you know who you are?

5 thoughts on “Sharing Sunday: Who Are You, Really?”

  1. I have an idea of who I am but I don’t like it. I know I am not what people think I am and as result I have mostly withdrawn. I am fine with it but it isn’t what I would recommend.

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  2. You are exactly YOU. You are perfectly YOU. There is nothing “out there”. All you that are seeking, you already have it. It is inside of YOU. It is YOU. – Thanks for sharing it. I enjoyed it very much.

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  3. Love the song. We do pick up so much from our family, and later in life our friends. It’s hard to learn that our parents are/were human too and made mistakes. Once we reach the age they were when they were raising us, we understand what a hard task they had.

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