An all too familiar term. Used as an explanation for buying Swarovski encrusted heels, or dying your hair blue. Not that these aren't all EXCELLENT life choices. Identity crisis, or rather, letting crisis become part of your identity is the topic for this article.
More and more it seems like problems are the millennial accessory. We love problems. We love collecting problems. We love having the most problems. We love boasting about our problems and how unsolveable and how unmanageable they are. Don't get me wrong, i'm sure some of them are real, but i'm guessing the amount of real ones are somewhere in the region of around 10%.
It seems that there is a distinct loss of relativity. Perhaps in the rise of social media, and thus being constantly over stimulated, and seeing into the microcosms of each others lives, it has caused this constant sound emulating from us, and instead of it being for the greater good, its causing excessive overthinking. But what happens when you can't get a grip?
Sometimes I have found myself swimming in my own problems. Everything is a god damn problem. Not having the right thing for breakfast, going out too much, not going out enough, tiny, menial things that are literally insignificant in the landscape of my life, and yet they floor me. Over the past few months this has been me. So much to the point I did what many of us have done and saught medical attention, got something for the anxiety, and tied my best to move past it. As things did start to get better though, this is where this strange feeling of loss emerged. Who am I without my problems? Things can't just actually be fine? Suddenly the new problem is that maybe I wouldn't have any, that maybe I'm actually going to be ok, and in comparison to the actual shit thats happening in the world, I think it's pretty likely i'm going to survive another day sat on my sofa.
Don't get me wrong, I've been there, when you have no perspective, when you are medicated, or self medicating and don't know where to turn, and suddenly finding the right socks to wear with those shoes seems like the absolute burning end of the world. But remember, you are not your problems, and your problems are not you. Feeling stressed is not WHO you are, it has nothing to do with the fibre of your being, of your beliefs, of the really important things about you. It is a symptom. A symptom of a life perhaps none of us are in control of right now. We are in a psychological grey area, but don't let that colour your personality. There is a whole person under there an identity that exists without problems, an identity that just exists and is alive and is trying to do the right thing as much as they can. The internet will make us believe that we are in crisis, it keeps us buying things, it keeps people In power, it keeps people oppressed. But just remember, with the sheer amount of noise we hear these days, that all them, cannot possibly be your fucking problem.