2024-04-25
A collection of thoughts:
"What does it mean to be made up of the wrong parts, or parts that do not blend seamlessly or pleasingly into each other?"
Isn't it funny how knock-off bricks and real legos still click together?
Think of kintsugi; something precious in the joins.
"Internal Family Systems (IFS) therapists work with what they call parts or different representations of yourself... the mind works in the same way as a family unit... everyone deals with an undetermined amount of subpersonalities. These subpersonalities are overseen by a core governing entity, known as the Self. In other words, your Self is your identity, and the subpersonalities are the different thoughts and behaviors that express that identity depending on the experience. We all have parts (unique subpersonalities) within our mind, and these parts have beliefs, hopes, and burdens."
(source)
Parts- that isn't the word I'd use. I'd call them Teachers, or faces, or aspects if you're really backing me into the wall of language. But parts, oh, not parts. Some words carry baggage.
I am all of them, and they are all me; but which me am I, and which of them are mine? Who am I? Who is anyone, really?
Forgive me for borrowing,
this isn't my place.