I Choose My Identity

Today as I walked into the building for outpatient hospitalization, I was happy. This confused me. The reason for my confusion was not that happiness is foreign to me (I have a great capacity for joy and silliness), but that I was about to start day six of intensive group therapy for my suicidal depression… And I was happy.

Sometimes I wonder if I am bipolar. At times I am so incredibly joyful and free-spirited and at times I am so deeply distressed and locked inside my head. I have been told by two psychiatrists now that they don’t believe I have bipolar. When I have severe ups and downs, they switch quickly, sensitive reactions to my thoughts and experiences. In most bipolar disorders, the different emotional states tend to last longer, at least for a week… We shall soon find out almost for sure what the official diagnosis is, as I just took a test for it today. But no matter what the specific diagnosis be, I am an extremely sensitive person and I believe this to be the main reason for my intense range of feelings. A gorgeous piece of music, a sunny day, a stranger smiling at me– these things can make me feel as if I am walking on the clouds. Yet, a classmate calling me stupid, a friend being ill, something not living up to my standards– these things can make me feel as if life is hopeless and I might as well give up.Β This sensitivity is altogether beautiful and painful. It gives me a greater window of feeling than I think most people have, while it makes me weaker, more easily hurt.

When I met with my therapist this afternoon, she prepared me for the results of the test I took: “There are so many different diagnoses out there, Tanya. I want you to not get wrapped up in what yours is. It is not so much your diagnoses that matters, but how you handle the problem.” I appreciate this. I will do my best not to see the potential diagnoses as labels stapled over my soul. They do not define me.

They do not define me.

As I was discussing mental illnesses with my therapist, I said that “they do not define me.” And I came up with a new positive affirmation that I know will be a wonderful friend to me as I grow: “I choose my identity.”

“Depressed” is not my identity.

“Anxious” is not my identity.

They do not define me.

I choose my identity.

Do you choose yours?

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5 Responses to I Choose My Identity

  1. Great question. Great attitude. Great post. πŸ™‚

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  2. Thank you! I appreciate it πŸ™‚

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  3. Thanks for sharing these thoughts! They are very real and God-centered and encouraging πŸ™‚

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  4. Reblogged this on Following Your Feet and commented:
    This a real, God-centered, and encouraging post. A very good read if you struggle with depression and anxiety.

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  5. You are very welcome. And I’m glad to hear it! πŸ™‚

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