Dear identity crisis,
Why? Why must you bother me so often and pester my thought processes? As if I don't have enough pressure striving to reach ambitious perfection, why do you find it appropriate to sneak your way into my mind and make me question every move, breath, and blink I make? What's that you're whispering in the suppressed section of my mind, pushing away any thought of anxiety? I'll never succeed? I'll never find the future I hoped for as a child? Aw, how sweet of you!
Please stop being so confused. Every grade I get back that is half a percentage point away from pushing me that pivotal half a letter grade up, have no fear, my identity crisis is here. You have become a burden. A stage five clinger who cannot take a hint. I know what I want to do with my life and your second-guessing verbal harassment is something I do not deserve. I work very hard, and I will be happy with whatever profession I choose and deserve.
Right? I'll be happy, right? But what if I'm only happy in the moment and I have this major quarter-life crisis that tells me I made a huge mistake and should have listened to my identity crisis? No. Stop it. Our relationship has become abusive. I cannot handle the over thinking, the second guessing, the mental breakdowns and four-hour panic attacks on the phone with my parents.
You're not worth it anymore. You are not who you once were when I was younger. I liked you better during the days I was ready to be a princess, astronaut and President of the United States at the exact same time in my palace on the moon. We totally had our shit together back then. We were on the same page and there were no trust issues.
I want us to be back to normal again, but it seems like all faith in our stability is lost. Don't come crawling back to me when I finally figure my life out, because I will not take you back.
Sincerely,
An anxious college student
