“‘Finding yourself’ is actually returning to yourself. An unlearning, an excavation, a remembering who you were before the world got its hands on you.” ~Emily McDowell Somewhere between becoming a parent, a wife, and a career woman, I began to lose myself.
I wouldn’t say it happened all at once or as the result of any one thing. Instead, it was a gradual process of disappearing under layers and layers of masks I had to wear in order to play the role of the person others needed me to be.
The caretaker. The rescuer. The helper. The teacher. The nurturer. The self-sacrificing stoic. But who was I really? I started to think I was none of those things. My true self was buried under years of conditioning, wounding, and unhealthy coping mechanisms, leaving me feeling incredibly lost, anxious, and dissatisfied.Read more on tinybuddha.com