What holds us back is rarely life itself, but the narrative which we cling to. When the story falls silent, movement returns.

One cannot individuate as long as one is playing a role to oneself;

the convictions one has about oneself are the most subtle form of persona and the most subtle obstacle against any true individuation.

One can admit practically anything, yet somewhere one retains the idea that one is nevertheless so and so and this is always a sort of final argument which counts apparently as a plus ; yet it functions as an influence against true individuation.

Jung