This conversation stems from self-introspection, something I often engage in, though it comes with its own set of challenges. Sometimes, it feels like the self-reflection I indulge in is just a lie I tell myself to navigate life and to feel better about my insecurities. But perhaps, that’s not entirely the case—or so I hope.
For me, deep self-introspection usually occurs after I get into an argument with someone I admire. I find myself wondering if I am the problem. I know it’s not healthy, but I can’t help analyzing why the argument happened. And I know what you might be thinking—people argue all the time, and I’ve written before about how normal it is for people to step on each other’s toes in any relationship.
This leads me to question, am I really honest with myself? When I started asking myself this, I realized the answer is not very much. It’s a bittersweet pill to swallow because I’ve always believed I was real with myself. Maybe the idea of being real with myself sounded appealing, but the reality is daunting. This realization breaks my heart and makes me question the kind of person I am. Am I who I think I am, or is there another me hidden beneath this surface? It’s a daunting thought.
I could list the things I believe I’m dishonest about with myself, but I won’t because, honestly, it’s all too scary and real for me. So, that’s it from me today. Let me leave you with this question: How honest are you with yourself?
Metamorphosis 
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