Navigating the Silent Storm of Identity Crisis There are moments in life when everything we thought we were begins to crumble. The roles we’ve held, the names we’ve worn, the spaces we once belonged to-suddenly, none of them fit. We no longer know who we really are. And it’s in that silence that in between, that the identity crisis begins to whisper. Yesterday, I stumbled upon a YouTube video of a man, likely in his 40s, who lost his entire family, wife and children in a fatal accident. But what pierced me was not just the loss itself; it was his struggle with the aftermath. “I don’t know who I am anymore,” he said. “I’m not single. I’m not married. I’m not divorced. I’m not even sure I’m still a father.” The word widowed feels foreign and uncomfortable to him, a term that seemed to cage him in a reality he didn’t want to accept. He shared how, at his church, when the pastor announces a men's or fathers’ gathering, he suddenly feels misplaced. “ Where do I belong? ” he asked. ...
