See, this is a hard question for me to answer because on one hand, I am pretty secure in the person that I have become. I've always been a weird mix of way too outspoken in certain circles/with certain people and then shrinking into myself around others. I'm also not a people person and not that fond of being around others. I know it's not a popular opinion but those quarantine days were the best of my life; I loved that everything started to deliver and when I did have to go out, it was quiet and mostly devoid of human life. Kinda like a post apocalyptic fantasy but without the fear that something catastrophic had happened.
It was just quiet and empty and I really loved that.
I hate going out anywhere with people and I'm not big on nature. My favorite places are big cities with gardens or large parks. I'm fine with walking casual trails but I hate going all-out into nature, if that makes sense. A lot of my traits directly contradict themselves (and this is another reason why I grew frustrated with the RPC; they don't believe that a person can be two things at once...)
Anyway, on the other hand, I hate myself. I have days where I literally don't move from under my blanket all day. For hours. I know I have things to do, that I need to get up, shower, clean the house, eat... But I just don't. Those days, I feel like hot garbage and I feel like all the things that I'm supposedly good at are wasted on me. Those are the days where I feel defective, useless, hopeless, and there is nothing in the future to look forward to. When I feel that way, I can't make myself do anything, and it makes me feel more useless, etc.
But when I'm feeling like myself, I've learned to be me, no apologies. Dancing around, singing even though I suck at it, proud of myself for not wearing makeup or feeling like I "have" to follow the crowd because it's what everybody else is doing. I've never been drunk and I'm proud of that. I have no interest in partying hard, going to clubs and raves, or bars and pubs. My favorite date ever was building gingerbread houses!
So it's a bit of both. If mental health isn't weighing me down and making me feel worthless, I'm pretty secure.