I came across this image in my wanderings in the web, and I think it poses a true issue that I struggle with. It is wonderful that others can articulate my thoughts better than I can ever say them myself. Thus I hold it to be true that the most difficult phase in life is not when no one understands you- that is very common in my world - to the point that I have stopped to bother explaining.
But when I do not understand myself; that is truly a difficult phase. There are times when I can not comprehend my thoughts, cannot vocalize my feelings, cannot stand the person staring back at me in the mirror, and the little voices in my head talk ten at a time - chaos rules.
Then I realise that I am owkay, that I have a grasp of how I am feeling, even when I don't understand. That I am not perfect, that I am not always likeable. and its owkay. But if I get the reasons why, and I love me, then it's all good.