I’ve been having an identity crisis.
For the last month or so — maybe longer — I’ve felt internal rumblings that left me uneasy. I turned inward and started reading a lot of psychology to help me understand what was going on.
At first, I felt confused and disoriented. I found myself questioning some key assumptions I’ve had about myself for many years. I felt very uncomfortable with the feeling that my internal narrative about who I am might be wrong.
But in the last couple of days, something has suddenly cleared up. It’s as though my mind suddenly zoomed out to a far longer view of my life.
I wasn’t just having an identity crisis for the last few weeks. I was experiencing the closure — integration might even be a better word — for something that started many years ago. This isn’t a crisis. This appears to be a point at which I’m merging parts of myself — stages of my life? — that I had never quite been able to put together.
I was 29 when I first realized I was having an identity crisis, but I still remember everything about that year.

We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
Society needs storytellers to help make sense of a changing world
My bad teen poetry suggests I’ve always hungered for missing love
Obsession with partisan hatred diverts you from economic truth
Cambodia prison photos remind me of man’s inhumanity to man
Aren’t libertarians the logical folks? So why are so many irrational now?
We’re all going to die, but what do you want to do before you die?
Why can beauty hurt so much? Why do I see her face in the sky?
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