Look for Your Own Beauty Instead of Fading Into Someone Else’s



I don’t know who I am. I’ve lived (existed) so many years, walked so many miles in my own shoes, and yet, I don’t really know who lives (hides) deep inside of my body, my heart, my brain. It scares me to realize and to admit this. Even worse is the fact that I don’t know how to really discover, connect with and begin to understand me.

I’m 17 years into codependent recovery, and yes things are better. The real me has floated to the surface in magnificent ways. I speak-up more, say what I believe and feel, and allow myself to be goofy and humorous. I’ve even rediscovered the great singing voice I had as a child. And I give myself credit for all of this.

I also understand that I was a people-pleaser, a caretaker and a fader (someone who constantly fades into another person to find a sense of value or purpose, or to simply escape from themselves.) I don’t people-please anymore. I don’t care-take anymore. But I do still have a tendency to want to fade into someone else. I still want someone to rescue me from myself-- the self I still don’t begin to understand because I run from him every time he shadows me.

I spend a lot of time by myself—but not with him (the real me). He scares me. I don’t know why. Something happened many years ago to make me want to disassociate myself from him. For whatever reason, I had to flee from him. Fleeing from him meant that I had to flee to someone. I instinctively knew I couldn’t flee to my parents, or to a god who was the image and likeness of my parents, or to grandparents or other relatives. None of them understood me. None of them could accept the real me and so I knew I had to keep running from him (the real but unacceptable me), but I didn’t know where to run or to whom.

Once I realized that I couldn’t trust myself or my family, it became impossible to open up to others I knew. If my family discounted the real me, so would the boys at school. I didn’t feel safe with anyone I knew. This is probably why in high school and college, as the world opened-up and grew bigger, I looked to strangers to rescue me. Subconsciously, I thought there had to be someone out there who was empty enough inside to allow me to fill them up and become their body-double.

The odd thing is that I somehow saw more value in these empty people I sought-out than I did in myself, even though they were equally as empty inside as I was. Somehow they were going to give me an identity? Somehow they were going to fill me up with their emptiness? How could that ever possibly happen? It couldn’t and it didn’t. I’d fade into them (and vice-versa) for a short period of time and then I’d run away from them. This left me running from them and myself year after year!

So where am I going with this today? I’m not sure. I’m just trying to understand why I still find myself wanting to fade into certain people: Probably because I am still not able to see my own beauty. And maybe I run to unavailable people because I am able to see the beauty in them that they are not able to see in themselves, and maybe they run to me for the same reason. We can see each other’s beauty. I can see someone else’s beauty despite their flawed emptiness, but I can’t see my own. And so I want to fade into the flawed beauty I do see, rather than make the effort to search inside for my own lost beauty. Maybe it’s time I got better in touch with that flawed beauty of my own. Sound like a plan I need to follow.

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