It has taken me most of my adult life to come to terms with who I am. To do that, I had to break free of attitudes that brought me down.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I've gradually grown more comfortable with who I am and what I am.
In my early 30s, I started to realise I was avoiding something on a personal level, but also as a writer. I was in denial about who I was, and was trying to be someone who I was not.
There have been times I almost got a persecution complex. I felt like people wouldn't let me grow up. They always saw me as a smiling kid or goofy teenager, no matter how much I'd changed.
I was fortunate enough to have an upbringing that made me more accepting of who I am.
Throughout my life, I have grappled with my own identity, who I am. As a young child, I often felt ambivalent about myself, in fact, confused.
I developed a problem with authority. Any time that authority was what I interpreted as being unjust, I stood up to it, and that became my personality.
I understand people have preconceived notions of who I am or what I do. But I do find it a bit bizarre that people find it bizarre that I've grown up.
Now I am older, I understand we have to accept who we are.
From a certain age, I sort of accepted myself for what I was. And although to other people it was like nothing ever goes right, I had a really nice attitude that I'd inherited from my parents, and especially from my dad.
At 13 years old, I was doing grown-man things, so I know who I am, and I'm telling people who I am.