There are two things that I don't love about self-discovery. The first is that it is hard work, and the second is that it is never-ending.
I've been asking myself "Who am I?" since the day I got into recovery—probably before, but the time before recovery is rather a blur. The work of self-discovery, as I've figured out, is about examining my life, figuring out what is working well, and doing more of that, then identifying what I am missing in life and figuring out how to incorporate it.
The uncomfortable part for me is more about the process than the results of the examination. I have a hard time discovering more of myself by myself.
When I head into a new period of self-discovery (often with a therapist), I head in nervously because I know that I am going to find out some things about myself that will make me uncomfortable and will require me to do more work. And sometimes I just don't want to do the work.
I wish that the answer to "Who am I?" was consistent, but life is more interesting than that. Self-discovery doesn't happen accidentally; it takes effort.