I often wonder...
The voice of reason in my head, the narrator, if you will, is that of others voices, and not my own. Voices of criticism and toxicity that I’ve been exposed to throughout my life are what I hear when I make a mistake or mess up in anyway.
So I feel like I don’t even know my own self anymore. My own mind.
I am a mixture of everyone I’ve ever met due to mirroring, mimicking, and masking.
I know things about myself like the cognitive and emotional depths I have, my sentiments and intuitions.
I’ve just not seen that in anyone else. And I’ve never truly experienced what it is like to let it all out. That’s terrifying to me, to be so vulnerable, to be the lost self. But then I think of what I could accomplish if I did unmask. Especially in my talents, personal expression of self. In art and in life.
It’s confusing and scary.
… who am I?
Who would have I become without the voices that robbed me of my self identity.
All our best and love
Ross Fraser and Jeni Curtis
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