sometimes we think about what we are like and how each of us is different. we all are. interesting people with our physical differences and attitudes to life. write in about 300-400 words what you are like, your identity and what you enjoy doing and how do you envision yourself in future.
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Be yourself; everyone is already taken” ~Oscar Wilde
In some ways, it may seem counterintuitive to have to learn to know yourself. Surely that should be a given, right? Not necessarily.
While our experiences clearly helped shape us into the people we are today, this does not mean that we necessarily know who we really are—what we are passionate about and what we want from life.
Since we were tiny, we’ve developed beliefs and values, some good and some not so good, as a result of our environment and the pressure from society to conform.
When I was younger, I associated academic achievement and fitting into a group with my self-worth.
Having an older sister who was academically superior to me made me feel worthless and led to issues with low self-esteem.
I was so paranoid about being liked that I would often force myself to attend school even when I was incredibly ill, in case friends decided they no longer wanted me in their group.
In retrospect, this all sounds incredibly irrational, but at the time it made perfect sense. Despite the emotional turmoil I constantly experienced, school became a symbol of familiarity.
I thought that if I worked hard and got into a good university, everything would finally fall into place.
So I worked extremely hard, achieved good grades, and got an offer to study at Cambridge University. I had proven to everyone else that I was intelligent, but this “proof” seemed strangely hollow.
Despite thinking that all these achievements would make me feel better, I felt numb. This was what I had wanted, and yet I still wasn’t happy. I started thinking there was something wrong with me.
Fast forward to my first and only month at Cambridge. Thrust into a completely different environment, I experienced huge bouts of self-doubt and hatred, and suffered what can only be described as a complete nervous breakdown.
I had spent so much of my life working toward what I thought were my important life goals only to find out that they meant nothing. Instead of feeling a sense of pride and self-worth, I spent my month at Cambridge feeling like a fraud and an outsider.
At my worst, I felt as though I did not truly exist. Without a group to neatly ‘fit’ into, I lost all sense of my identity.
Who am I? What am I working toward? I had no answers to these questions; I had nothing but negative thoughts for my identity to attach itself to.
On leaving university, I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. That year, I underwent a course of cognitive behavioral therapy, and while it works for many, it did not work for me.