Being Supported
Comments (3) Somewhat difficult therapy session tonight. I was talking about how I wished I could see myself the way other people do, be it artistically, professionally, or personally. That I hear people compliment me or reassure me that I’m doing something well, and all I can think is, “Yeah, but I’m faking it. I don’t actually know what I’m doing.”
Laura, my therapist, said that that’s what being in your twenties is all about. In your teens, you don’t know what the hell you’re doing, but you don’t know you don’t know. In your twenties, you don’t know what you’re doing, but you know you don’t know. (I’m pretty sure there’s a George Carlin bit that starts off like this.)
That makes a lot of sense, but doesn’t exactly make it any easier to deal with.
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