I have largely stopped writing because the person that I reveal when I write genuinely doesn’t fit with the image that I want to project of myself in the world.
One of my biggest fears is of being labeled as mentally unstable and being marginalized. I want to move beyond that. I want to let go of the image I am attempting to project — the person that I think I need to be in order to be content and happy.
It is difficult because I don’t have a concrete place to stand. Over the course of the last two years the grounding that I developed in undergrad and Peace Corps as to what I am good at, why I am valuable and interesting has been eroding.
I’m assuming that there’s a rebirth in store, but I’ve been primarily involved in the dying part. I am getting close to letting that go and being honest with the world about my ideas and plans is a necessary first step.
So far as crazy, there’s a simple place to start:
