My Unwavering Self-concept

This isn’t your typical motivational post, or a manifestation post. Sure, you could say it ties into all of those things–because it does–but, I’m writing this intending to share my example of unwavering self-concept and, being shamelessly proud of it. To put it plainly, self-concept is your conception of self; how you view yourself; the things that happen around you; and your life. You have multiple conceptions of self and it’s not singular nor is it linear. You could have the worst self-concept about finances and have the best self-concept about romantic relationships. It’s a grand topic that could warrant a whole blog post solely about what it is but, that’s not why I’m writing this.

To dive straight into the self-absorbed portion of this blog; in regards to success, I’d say my self-concept is pretty darn good. I won’t lie and say I don’t have my instances of self-doubt but, all in all, my core belief is: Success is my destiny, and it will work out. It has too. It’s the reality I entertain the most and it’s the reality I see the clearest.

As I mentioned before, you build self-concepts at a young age, and this is just one of mine. I’ve been on earth for all of 18 years and while my own personal life experience might seem quite insignificant to those older than me, those with more experience than me, or some closer to me for that matter, I can say that I’ve been through sh*t. Because I have, we all have, and rather than dwelling on that fact, I take a step back and relish in this positive self-concept I have despite it all.

I’ve tried to answer the question: why is my self-concept so high? And I can not come up with a solid answer for the life of me. It’s quite natural and I’m shocked that my self-concept isn’t worse. Because at times, it certainly was. But, I pride myself in my resilience, and how I’m able to come out on top every time. It makes me all the more grateful for being where I am, especially when I could be feeling 10x worse. I could be riddled with a negative conception of self in every aspect…but I’m not and, I never will be, not again.

Recently, I’ve dug myself out of the hell that was my consciousness and it’s changed my self-concept for the better. I won’t get into the details but to put it plainly, I was not having a good time. I don’t find myself falling in and out of such negative headspaces anymore. I’m not crying in my room past midnight anymore, and I’m not questioning why I’m still trying. Do I cry still? Yes, and 7 times out of 10, it’s self-induced tears.

Crying is relieving, it’s almost empowering. Shedding tears is synonymous with shedding off dead skin (said dead skin being the former self-concept). I feel anew just about every time I cry and it’s a great feeling. Yeah. People should cry more. Not in a sadistic “I get off to crying” way but in the, “Yes, we’re healing” way. Anyway, this is the end of this post. I feel like I’ve said what I need to in these few lines.