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
Angry reactions to others can make us wrong even when we’re right
Here’s why I won’t be watching the presidential candidates ‘debate’
Tuesday’s Senate vote reminds me of German ‘Enabling Act’ of 1933
Good character matters far more than winning political arguments
Eviction moratorium is pure theft; it’s a sign of creeping socialism