#entity

Our identity is like that of an onion; with each experience we endure, a layer is peeled away, finally revealing who we really are at the core. ↗

— Afnan Ahmad Mia

#identity #experience

Foisting an identity on people rather than allowing them the freedom and space to create their own is shady. ↗

— Raquel Cepeda

#freedom-of-thought #hispanic #identity #immigrant-experience #latino-americans

Our identities are as fluid as our personal experiences are diverse. ↗

— Raquel Cepeda

#human-experience #identity #journey-in-life #journeying #race

Silent solitude makes true speech possible and personal. If I am not in touch with my own belovedness, then I cannot touch the sacredness of others. If I am estranged from myself, I am likewise a stranger to others. ↗

— Brennan Manning

#faith #identity #self #silence #solitude

She fixed a smile that she hoped looked authentic. Pretending to be content continued to be hard work. ↗

— Stacy Hawkins Adams

#fiction #identity #personal-growth #women-s-fiction #faith

Relationships take up energy; letting go of them, psychiatrists theorize, entails mental work. When you lose someone you were close to, you have to reassess your picture of the world and your place in it. The more your identity was wrapped up with the deceased, the more difficult the loss. ↗

— Meghan O'Rourke

#grief #identity #loss #mourning #relationships

Identity confusion is defined by the SCID-D as a subjective deeling of uncertainty, puzzlement, or conflict about one's own identity. Patients who report histories of childhood trauma characteristically describe themese of ongoing inner struggle regarding their identity; of inner battles for survival; or other images of anger, conflict, and violence. ↗

— Marlene Steinberg

#dissociative #dissociative-identity-disorder #dsm #mental-health #multiple-personality-disorder

We live in one world together. It's more important than ever to be friend to all. ↗

— Elizabeth Blake

#belonging #differences #identity #family

Before I can say I am, I was. Heraclitus and I, prophets of flux, know that the flux is composed of parts that imitate and repeat each other. Am or was, I am cumulative, too. I am everything I ever was, whatever you and Leah may think. I am much of what my parents and especially my grandparents were -- inherited stature, coloring, brains, bones (that part unfortunate), plus transmitted prejudices, culture, scruples, likings, moralities, and moral errors that I defend as if they were personal and not familial. ↗

— Wallace Stegner

#family #heritage #identity #morality #past

Maybe such questions bothered me so much because they are being asked about me, all the time, within the echo chamber of my own fallen psyche and by unseen rebel angels all around. Are you really a son of the living God? Does your God really know you? Does this biblical story really belong to you? Are these really your brothers and sisters? Do you really belong here?… ↗

— Russell Moore

#family