Soo,
I may be a bit late to the party with this one but this is something that’s been on my mind a lot lately.
I used to be a chronic liar.
Not just related to substance abuse mind you but also because it made my life that much more convinient.
That’s what I like to tell myself at least, and maybe that’s true for me.
Recently however I’ve been questioning this line of thinking. It seems to me that it’s more of a compulsion than a consious decision.
Like some kind of defence mechanism maybe?
I always used to like telling stories. (As you may have guessed by now)
There’s just something thrilling about knowing I got away with something.
My father used to say one thing about us siblings.
“One is an artist and one is just a storyteller.”
Maybe not word for word but you’ll get the gist.
And I think he is right about that.
Even as I write this all out it still seems so half-hearded.
Like I’m putting together a grocery list, instead of being vulnerable.
Maybe I’m not. Maybe I don’t know how to be.
Or maybe I’m mostly lying to myself. Who knows.
I just wanted to know if some of you had similar experiences, especially regarding the subject of lies.
Maybe I need to reconfigure my brain on a more fundamental level for this feeling to pass.
I already have the tools at my disposal.
Years of therapy have given me exactly what I need.
All exept the will to use it.
Because self indulgence and lying to myself were just that much more convenient.
Until it wasn’t.
Anyways, I hope everyone is having a good week so far. And I’m sorry if this seems disingenious. I am trying. Consider this a work in progress.