Who am I? – understandng identity

This is a question I have asked myself often – especially when I pause and reflect. Over time, I’ve come to believe that who we are, is woven with, and not always neatly; four threads: temperament, character, personality and identity.


Temperament is the Foundation
Before experience shapes us, before the world has its say, we arrive with a temperament. It’s our nature. It’s our inborn, biologically-based way of engaging with life — our natural energy level, emotional sensitivity, how we respond to stimulation, whether we lean toward boldness or caution. Temperament is nature’s first gift to us. It’s the fertile soil in which everything else grows.
But what happens when that soil/foundation is never allowed to simply be? When a primary caregiver — rather than nurturing what is naturally there — suppresses, redirects, or punishes those innate tendencies? The foundation is compromised before the building even begins! This, I now understand, is where my story started.

Character
Character runs deeper. It grows from how your temperament gets shaped. It is nature meeting will. It’s the bedrock of integrity, honesty, and resilience — moral qualities forged through choices and experiences. Character isn’t just how we act, but why we act that way. Crucially, character is something we can consciously build, even later in life. If your temperament was messed with, character is hard fought and hard won. Every boundary set, every hard truth faced, every act of self-honesty is character being forged — sometimes for the very first time and sometimes later in life!

Personality
Our personality is the collection of traits that shape how we think, feel, and behave. It is how we come across to others and ourselves, ideally, it grows organically from our temperament, shaped by experience, relationships, and environment. But personality can also be coerced — molded by fear, control, or the need to survive a difficult childhood. When that happens, we can spend decades wearing a personality that was never truly ours, we mask!


Identity
Identity is the trickiest of the four. It is our sense of self — shaped by beliefs, experiences, culture, and the roles we play. But what happens when that sense of self is fragile — or borrowed? Or built on someone else’s blueprint entirely?

This is where, the question, “who am I?’ comes a little unstuck. Having been raised by a controlling, coercive caregiver — my identity was never truly my own. My temperament was not allowed to develop freely. My personality, character, and identity were shaped by someone else’s needs, not my own nature. My sense of self has never felt strong or stable!

Only after changing my life completely, setting boundaries, and hard-won introspection have I begun to truly understand that identity is not fixed — and that it is never too late to start building one that is genuinely mine.

So, who am I?
Ask myself on different days, and I may get different answers:) And that’s okay. I’m a work in progress — still excavating the person who was always there, waiting beneath the surface, waiting to be reclaimed
Identity isn’t something you find like a lost key. It’s something you build — through trial, error, and honesty, healing, understanding and introspection – ever changing:)

Art

Three and a half years ago, when I gave up a living for a life, I chose this place and this time, by design. The reasons behind the move may not be explained here, but what I wanted for this new life of mine was clear. One of the tangible reasons was to become a full-time artist. I had worked and owned an art gallery for the last 20 years in my previous life and now it was time for me to create daily. I have worked in radically different careers and in different countries; occupations as diverse as the artwork I now create.
My diversity comes, from not only wanting to try it all, but more importantly, to express my thoughts, feelings and experiences in a manner or material that feels right, without words. I paint; semi realistically and abstractly, in acrylic and oil, sculpt in ceramic, wood and bronze, love conceptual creations, do assemblage, and have dabbled in photography. Every unconfined, creative day is a joy and a surprise!

Creative expression is a wonderful way to navigate trauma. It is a way to process without words.

If I had one wish for the world it would be to have every person, create something.
In order to grow, to learn, to express, to heal, to understand, to respect and to value, we need to create.

My Narcissist and Donald

All my life I have lived in countries where politics plays a major part in how everything works. I have suffered and endured the effects of political decisions. I have never lived in the USA and neither have I been particularly interested in American politics, all I knew was that it was a complicated, a big money driven game and important to the extent that decisions made there would directly affect me living in, as Donald Trump expressed, a “shithole” country!

When Donald was elected, I was astounded that the American people chose a rude, loud, fat, ugly, many times bankrupt narcissistic businessman from a TV reality show! (A program I could not even bring myself to watch) to lead the most powerful influential nation in the world!

During his term, in about 2018, and at my age 62, when I had finally completed the jigsaw puzzle that was my life and learned that I have an abusive malignant narcissist in my life and was uncovering and learning obsessively about the characteristics that defined having a Narcissist Personality Disorder and the effects it had on me, did I start, regularly hearing unbelievable comments by DT. I started seeing all the similarities….I became fascinated with his behaviours and traits, ones that I had experienced all my life and they were now being broadcast globally!!

A total lack of empathy
Cruelty
Deflection
An obsession about hair
Blaming
Arrogance
Contempt
A condescending attitude
Entitlement and superiority
Gaslighting
The inability to apologise
The inability and unwillingness to listen
Consistent lying
Grandiosity
Absolute self-centeredness
Demeaning
Rage with abuse
A conjuror of fear
Using and abusing relationships etc etc

…. every time, he opened his mouth, and exhibited one or more of these characteristics, it triggered me, and I’d react emotionally, in a deep traumatised way, which bought my CPTSD to the fore. His actions and words caused me flashbacks! A person in authority, abusing that privilege – causes trauma. His oath was to preserve and protect the Constitution of the USA and my caretakers should have been to preserve and protect me.
I am limited contact with my narcissist, and I am healing. When I think how what he does and says and how it damages and hurts others, I am enraged and saddened by the deep trauma he causes on one hand, and on the other hand I am astounded by the extreme numbers of enablers he has. This is a toxic and unhealthy state – he can’t win or wrangle a second term…. can he??

It is 6.30pm 7.11.2020 and CNN and other new agencies have just announced Biden the winner of the 2020 Election and Trump voted out. I cried in admiration for the determination of a country to right wrongs, for those people he hurt – I cried for the little girl and my hurt and the fact that I cannot, nor could never vote my narcissist out!




The last day of 65…

Over the last decade, I have tried to do something meaningful on the last day of my year…. Today was that day…but I also have tomorrow…. I am a leap ling so technically 2 days of last days….

The world is in turmoil over the Ukraine invasion, I can’t believe there is a war going on in Europe – being an African, I have always upheld the apparent safety of Europe, since the Serbian war. Surreal….how do dictators come to rule the world and are destructive on such a grand scale, and my least or one of my least favourite people think he is a genius! I don’t pray, but I hope and pray this all comes to and end sooner than later…. My life is so divorced from this reality, but it is the only life I have, and I have suffered and endured war and understand the sorrow, tragedy, and absolute futility and waste of it all!

But today here I sit on a 38-degree day at the top of a small cliff face, contemplating my life and the recent changes I have made. This last year I have planted and grown things, helped people, made new friendships, learned much, created, adventured, learned, explored figuratively and, healed some more and lived the best life I can, for who I am, with what I have – with gratitude. I think today of the people who will not reach sixty-six, who have not reached sixty-six and are unable by design or circumstance to enjoy life as much as I have this day, week, and year.

I am grateful for my health, my circumstance, my few new friends, and my connection to nature – things that give me so much joy and fulfillment as I start a new year tomorrow…or the next day:)