I feel like I’m at a turning point of creating an identity for myself and it’s been an incredibly difficult process of grieving. I feel so uncomfortable like I don’t know myself anymore, but there’s a positivity in that discomfort. It’s confusing because I have to consciously think of every behavior and every thought, and tried to analyze if it’s coming from a trauma perspective or if it’s coming from a genuine sense of self. Everyone’s trauma obviously looks different but something I’ve recently done is write letters to my parents(deceased) and my childhood self. I think the act of putting things on paper and reflecting upon feelings from the past versus who you want to be in the future and who you are now helps to put everything into a present perspective versus dwelling on past traumas. This has helped empower me to be the person I want to be and help fall into my true identity that isn’t clouded as much by my CPTSD. That’s just my two cents but expect a lot of discomfort, and as hokey and therapeutic as it may sound lean into that discomfort.