I don’t know about you, but I definitely had an identity when I used to drink and take pills all the time.
This is tough girl. I was indestructible. I used to run into mosh pits purposely to get hit in the face by big burly men.
I remember my mother crying one morning seeing me and my disfigured face with two black eyes. I just laughed.
I didn’t know who I was.
Feel like I have released a lot of that and stepped out to my true self.
Now, even if we have an idea of a good.
positive person, this can be limiting for us.
As we grow and change we have to keep shedding identifiers. Otherwise it feels like we are trying to force a mold that doesn’t quite fit anymore.
Reach out at Erin@ErinCoach.com.