I think one of the hardest things about going through a world rocking, life changing experience,

is that you come out the other side as someone totally different.

Only your mind is still processing what's happened as who you were, not as who you are

now.

It's like one of those sci-fi movies where the spaceship moves into hyperdrive or warp

speed or whatever they call it, and then the galaxies all blur into streaks and suddenly,

the enterprise is in another dimension.

You have become something else.

You've moved on to an entirely new dimension, but your sense of self, the you that makes

up your thoughts and feelings, is still the you who you always were.

Life is so rude sometimes.

As if it weren't enough that you've got to deal with the emotional upheaval of what

you're experiencing, now you also have to contend with a big old identity crisis.

Only most of us won't see the crux of the problem as a question of identity, which makes

it harder still.

In my opinion, there are four different kinds of identity crisis as it pertains to loss,

pain, or grief.

One, you had an identity and it was taken away from you.

I was a great worker, but my company laid me off.

Now I'm just unemployed.

Two, you want an identity that is denied to you.

I wanted to be a mom so badly, but the IVF treatment didn't work, and now I'm devastated.

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