There are infinite ways to pick apart psychology. I strive to maintain an objective stance, but I am no expert and solely wish to unravel things more than to constrain them into simple black or white labels.
Tag: identity
Much of what we associate with identity is a puree of cumulative experiments, experiences, genetics, environment and circumstance.
We really are in a phase of etheric housecleaning. The collective is moving onward and upward, but the baggage and dense weight of what-has-been is keeping much of the vessel of humanity submerged.
Our identities shape our choices and actions, often keeping us trapped in familiar but limiting patterns, and as we face the unraveling of old beliefs, we are called to simplify and embrace authenticity, recognizing that true wholeness and fulfillment lie beyond the transient, controllable aspects of life.
I used to think I would never be worthy of a worthy partner in life unless I made something of myself. Though I know where that came from, I’m still not entirely sure what it means. These tenacious weeds are something we all have in our gardens, don’t we? What I do know is that it is not only a story but also a spiritual and emotional prison, never mind a self-imposed penance for an imagined crime. Though it takes time for the scars of shame to fade, I’m grateful that awareness has engendered the slow but cumulative healing process.