I was inspired to write this post as a result of the post on Midlife Crisis.
Like the poster I can tick most of the boxes for a midlife crisis. I am now in my forties and my midlife crisis was triggered by a complete breakdown of my financial situation. Leaving me with debts no regular salary and limping along from one short term contract to the next.
You see my problem was that my self image had come to be all about my ability to provide financially for my family. So without that steady income, in my own eyes I had become nothing, just a waste of space.
So the long and short of it is that I fell into a severe depression, my marriage fell apart and I suddenly realized I didn't know who I really was because I had been wearing a mask for my entire life. Nobody knew the real me and I was not sure that anybody could like me if they really knew who I was. In always trying to please others and seeking the approval of others, somewhere along the line I had forgotten who I really was, that is if I ever knew in the first place.
So I joined an on-line support group for depression, I was in therapy for 3 months, and I joined support groups for co-dependency and cross dressing.
I am still impoverished and I still worry every day where the next paycheck will be coming from, but I am beginning to get an idea now about who I really am. When I write stories for Literotica it is one avenue for me to express who I really am. I laugh to myself thinking that many people who know me, not on-line, would be shocked to read some of the stories I write. Particularly my parents would probably consider the language and content of my stories to be filth.
In the journey to know myself, in the journey of self acceptance I am slowly but surely learning to love myself and understand at an emotional level that I don't need anybody's approval but my own.
I guess if I have any regrets it is that I did not start this journey of self discovery and self acceptance much earlier in my life.
Like the poster I can tick most of the boxes for a midlife crisis. I am now in my forties and my midlife crisis was triggered by a complete breakdown of my financial situation. Leaving me with debts no regular salary and limping along from one short term contract to the next.
You see my problem was that my self image had come to be all about my ability to provide financially for my family. So without that steady income, in my own eyes I had become nothing, just a waste of space.
So the long and short of it is that I fell into a severe depression, my marriage fell apart and I suddenly realized I didn't know who I really was because I had been wearing a mask for my entire life. Nobody knew the real me and I was not sure that anybody could like me if they really knew who I was. In always trying to please others and seeking the approval of others, somewhere along the line I had forgotten who I really was, that is if I ever knew in the first place.
So I joined an on-line support group for depression, I was in therapy for 3 months, and I joined support groups for co-dependency and cross dressing.
I am still impoverished and I still worry every day where the next paycheck will be coming from, but I am beginning to get an idea now about who I really am. When I write stories for Literotica it is one avenue for me to express who I really am. I laugh to myself thinking that many people who know me, not on-line, would be shocked to read some of the stories I write. Particularly my parents would probably consider the language and content of my stories to be filth.
In the journey to know myself, in the journey of self acceptance I am slowly but surely learning to love myself and understand at an emotional level that I don't need anybody's approval but my own.
I guess if I have any regrets it is that I did not start this journey of self discovery and self acceptance much earlier in my life.