“Men are disturbed not by things, but by the view which they take of them.”
This is a quote my therapist brought to my attention today at my appointment. It makes sense. She also told me that our perception is our reality. This one struck a chord with me, too. It seems so basic and logical, but then when I examined the meaning hiding behind the words it became slightly more complicated.
I don’t know who I am. I haven’t found myself. All I know is that I am a mommy and I am a wife. If not for those things I don’t know who I would be. I used to think that it wasn’t important to have the sense of “me,” but maybe if I did I would be more capable of giving myself to other people. Right now what they see is a meek soul carrying around a lifeless corpse on it’s shoulders.
If I don’t know who I am, how can I possibly understand what my perception or reality really are? Maybe I’m just not cut out for this deep philosophical introspection. Then again, maybe I am and I fear what I might find, good or bad.
Grab the lifesaver! I’m pulling you out of the deep end!!!
I was getting carried away and confusing myself, so I’m going to attempt to explain and not melt my brain matter simultaneously. You game? Alright then!