I was eighteen when I realized I had no idea who I actually was. Sitting in that training room, listening to the facilitator describe my personality patterns, I felt exposed in a way I'd never experienced. He was describing my internal world with a precision that felt impossible — my exact mechanisms, things I couldn't even articulate to myself.
Earlier that day, I'd actually said I didn't think I had much of an ego. The guy I was talking to just smiled. Now I understood why.
Everything I thou...
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